Shri Ashish Mulay
The Grey Lights# 46
☆ – “Poet’s Curse”– ☆ Shri Ashish Mulay ☆
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I see a pot
made of a clay
Oh the potter
how do you play?
while shaping its clay
was your heart whining
or is it oven’s heart
that was burning
do you have any meaning?
oh god made of words
do words mean anything?
or situation is everything?
if they mean anything
if you are something
then let these words do
what none can do
let these words be reality
as these have made you
where commons can’t reach
let these words make through
hammer is the word
that I throw from head to
the pot that doesn’t
deserve a name too
arrow is the word
that I shoot from heart to
the shape of clay
that is mimicking you too
noose is the word
that I throw from fingers to
a death spreading life
none can raise their fingers to
in realm of reality
let these words be true
let that crooked pot feel
it’s made up of clay too…
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© Shri Ashish Mulay
Sangli
≈ Editor – Shri Hemant Bawankar/Editor (English) – Captain Pravin Raghuvanshi, NM ≈
