The Potter
That potter did find you
Even though he did not stay
Turning you into a resonating jar
He had to go his way
His work of art that you are
I now chance upon to admire
But like every good potter
He had to put you through the fire
Mourn not his retreating steps
Or weep for those long lost days
His job's complete, he gave you shape
The beauty I behold in my gaze
The beauty that's in your soul
Which my mind's eye can see
Resonating to others in pain
Emanating an ethereal melody
Be glad he came your way
Rejoice in the life he breathed
Allow others to put flowers in that jar
That he so generously bequeathed
~ Siddharth ~