The clay tells the potter, the way he is beating, crushing, and moulding it, a day will come, when it will mould him also.
What a philosophical statement by an original poet who might have penned the bhajan-poem in Hindi language.
We all in one way or the other will be merged in the same clay from where we had come; we are made of the materials that are found in the Earthen clay, and we eat many stuffs that are grown from the Earth.
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