I am a potter

As sensitive as Harry Potter.

While making pots, I uphold

My fragile experience of the individual

Against the barbaric arbitrariness

Of History.

My pots are like parables sustained

By my imagination, which glows like fire,

Knowing very well that it will meet water.

 

Pottery is very much like poetry,

They are twins conceived

In the same beautiful womb

Of creativity which portrays

The indomitable spirit of man

And its powers of creation.

 

The poem and the pot

Give satisfaction to both

The bedouin and the prince.

Both satisfy thirst,

Thirst of the body

And thirst of the soul.

The pine knows it

And the poplar feels it.

 

pramila khadun