Potter's wheel

We are like a clay pot,

being molded, in potters wheel,

from soft and loose, earthy soil,

distinctive vessels were made. 

The wheel of life, starts to spin, 

as we arrive, in mortal dimension, 

every experience, like potters hands,

changing us into desired shapes. 

We need moisture, softening ourselves,

to be receptive, of the discipline,

kneading the lessons, in our mind,

and be prepared, with the wedging. 

Refining character, churning our spirits,

for most challenges, we were ready,

the wheel rotates, keeping up pace,

with gentle nudge, of our existence. 

Some crack appears, dents were made,

but it doesn't stop, from beauty to emerge,

facing obstacles, like needles & knifes,

with families, absorbing worries like sponge. 

As vessels formed, glazes were applied,

to suit our values, display the aesthetics, 

and we face the fire, in kiln of adversaries, 

to finally attain the desired result... 

The clay on ground, 

becoming prized pottery!