Poem The coloured pots

The mud is moulded

Into mud pots by moulding

Each mud pot of different shape

With different colour patterns arising.

Man is also moulded

By different emotions and moods

With happy and sad moods

And ups and downs woven in every route.

The pots have the same use

Of storing water in it

Inspite of their different shapes

Making them more rich.

Man should also have

The same attitude of courage

Inspite of the different interplay

Of emotions and moods in savage.

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