17042021 - 107/365 - The Creator His kiln burns incessantly, Ever ready to bake his next work Obsessed he is, for the best clay Wet and smooth sans dirt or stones He builds his piece of art gradually By adding clay lumps one by one The shape emerges as he does Though he starts with a blank mind He hates to repeats the theme Each one is unique by looks and emotion In the end he breathes life into it and leaves it in the kiln to grow itself Some colourful and full of life Some come out broken But his heart never get broken After all, he has put his best, and breathed his own soul into it! 17042021 - 107/365 - The Creator His kiln burns incessantly, Ever ready to bake his next work Obsessed he is, for the best clay Wet and smooth sans dirt or stones He builds his piece of art gradually By adding clay lumps one by one