Grit to glamour, the wheel’s on spree;
Mashed up tatters, like summer ghee!
Thrashed in Potter, the clay he had;
Pressed it harder, with his hands!
Turned he tumbling, through water sprays,
Mounded ramblings; smoothed and swayed!
Carved he, illustrious, through an artist’s mind,
Young and zealous, design of a kind!
Burned his desire of prototype cast,
Till its marvelous and tuned to last.
By: Anoop M. Mathew
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