My Pliable Clay

A harmony of hues I see from my tent
in the far off land having infinite sphere;
There sparked the azure sky a thunderbolt
I hailed the holy attic from my mortal vault.

Ambient cosmic glaze has tinted everything
my humble abode and my mean belongings;
This place I call it – a home, it’s my nook
here peace is treasured as an heirloom.

From this toned canvas house of mine
I see ahead myriad mysteries of life;
It’s an institution of learning, a place to ponder
where one can disjoin creation and creator.

A balm to the soul is my canopy’s springtime
where I discern an ornate mode from a hermit’s life,
where spring flows through fields and caverns,
And fair sunshine falls on garnets and gravels.

My pliable heart is the king of this wilderness.
The undisputed king of this land, here it rules!
I swear, it’s a wicker work of my pliable clay
who alongwith simple joys has played its medley.

Copyright © DrNikhat Bano May 2020 All rights reserved

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About Nikhat Bano

I am an ESP (English for Specific Purposes) Instructor by profession. I love to write romantic and spiritual poems and I find a great sense of relief after penning down my thoughts on paper. It has now become a passion for me and will continue as long as I live.

11 thoughts on “My Pliable Clay

  1. amitapaul

    A very interesting use of vocabulary here : wickerwork of pliable clay , for example , or sunshine falling on garnets and gravels or the hailing of the holy attic from the mortal vault

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  2. Jagdish Singh Ramana

    “My pliable heart is the king of this wilderness.
    The undisputed king of this land, here it rules!
    I swear, it’s a wicker work of my pliable clay
    who alongwith simple joys has played its medley.”- an excerpt of romantic tendency.
    One finds his inner being in the lap of nature, the mother: a pondering place

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