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Potter

written by: Megha Sood

@meghasood16

 

A ball of sagging clay in your hands

taking shapes

between the ridges of your fingers

getting kneaded by your

bony knuckles of the long taloned hand

those slender fingers

which only an artist adores

You shape and mold me

and put indentations

give shapes to my dreams and desires

and cover up the cracks

the unforgiving time has left in me

You pinch and prick and

accentuate the

beauty laying hidden in my soul

for the whole world to  see

in its grandeur

and makes those wavy patterns

those ripples in time

the sweet memories

which stay,

etched in my mind

You baked and caked me in the

hard harrowing oven

to stress those lessons

which infuse the

everlasting shine in me

and makes me a masterpiece

for the world to see.

Megha Sood

Megha Sood

Megha Sood is an Assistant Poetry Editor at MookyChick(UK). Over 450+ works in journals including FIVE:2: ONE, Dime Show Review, Kissing Dynamite, Poetry Society of New York, etc.Three-time State-level Winner NJ Poetry Contest 2018/2019/2020, National level Winner Spring Robinson Prize, Finalist Pangolin Poetry Prize 2019, Adelaide Literary Award 2019. Currently co-editing an anthology celebrating 100 years of the suffrage movement in the US. Blogs at Megha's World.
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