Introduction

A document on one of the most tangible art of India The Art of Pottery

The Potter and the Clay

At the wheel centre, I lay, like a lousy lump of clay I wait for that first stroke of play, As your hands explore it’s majestic way.

The pulls and the shaping, the stretches and the scraping, you mould me right, with that warm touching Caressed my skin and held with love, like you are peace and I am dove.

You gave me my elegance, you gave me my goal, I emerge as a winner after that fiery toll I am shining, I am smiling like a queen’s grace, I am reformed, as a beautiful vase.

The Potter and the Clay, as they call, I know for us these words are too small You are the creator, I am the creation, Someday this world will understand the value of our relation.