An
artist, a craftsman, I am not
I'm just a lump of clay
If a molder doesn't come by
Thus, I'd always stay
By the wayside, for ages
Unnoticed & untouched, I lay
Waiting for the potter
Until you came my way
You are a master craftsman
My luck, I would definitely say
Your molding makes me priceless
No longer a lump of clay
Hope you will stop by
And forever you will stay
In your very capable hands
I'm evolving day by day
~ Shanta ~
