Poems from Young and Old - The Sculptor Shashi    

I took a piece of plastic clay

And idly fashioned it, one day,

And as my fingers pressed it, still

It moved and yielded to my will.

I came again, when days were passed,

That bit of clay was hard at last,

The form I gave it, still it bore,

And I could change that form no more.

Then I took a piece of living clay

And gently formed it, day by day

And moulded with my skill and art,

A young child's soft and yielding heart.

I came again when years were gone,

It was a man I looked upon

He still that early impress bore,

And I could change it, never more.

Courtesy:  Shashi and February 1996 Koshur Samachar