A pot not fully baked
A pot am I made some two decades back,
Baked too but not enough,
In search of a good kiln
To rid some half-baked fluff.
And then to set sail
In this ocean of life.
Why?
Go far without getting drowned,
Someone is waiting there for me.
Who?
Not sure, I’ve to figure out
Nor I know who he is,
Nor why waiting he is.
When will you be fully baked?
That is my question too.
When or if ever.
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Free verse |21.01.2025|poet, ocean, life
Poet’s note: Poetry, like literature, arts, philosophy, science etc is trying either to find this world, other things, or one’s own self. Yet, one is unable to do so beyond a point. A poet feels inadequate and the underlying pain of his gets reflected in his creations as an echo of his struggles to search and find out.
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