Friday, May 30, 2008
I was a soft piece of clay
Waiting to be shaped today.
I wanted my Potter to make me
Into a masterpiece of pottery
Then you came to my alarm,
thrusting in my tender heart your palm
You played with me till your hearts content
& I thought I’ll be with you till my end
But that wasn’t the case; you went your way
washed your hands & wiped all my traces away.
& I was left with your impression on me,
when others asked me that tough I have to be
I became hard so that no one else could trick
& with the heat of the pain, I turned to a brick.
You wiped me from life, but how do I get away
Since your imprint on me will forever stay