Welcome city slicker to my abysmal little village
We're nothing special, just another village
Like Asterix and Obelix's generic Gaulish village
Or Hansel and Gretel's non-specific Germanic village
Or Balraam and Krishna's Gokul, an average Indian village
Have you ever watched an ironmonger at work?
When the iron leaves the forge, it is malleable, hot, tender to the touch that shapes it
Ever watched a Potter's wheel until you got dizzy?
Here's to you, you thing of clay, spinning on an axis not of your choosing
Until your new identity has been assigned to you
And you are going into the fire soon
For your Creator to finish the job he started
Medium - rare is not my favorite kind of steak
I like mine well - done
But the chef's been thinking I'm ready to be trimmed and served with a side of lettuce and garlicky rice
The carpenter had time on his hands and started to carve into his finished product, a headboard
Every nick of the chisel took away what didn't belong to the rose he had imagined
He has yet to burnish the wood so splinters remain barely attached to the rose
The gardener had seen that the vine was dying and set about to resurrect the plant
He pruned and watered and applied every effort the man at the tree shop told him to
Two green leaves and a dried-up tendril is all we see at the moment
The Lord have mercy on unfinished projects
They really could go either way
How do you city folk deal with your unfinished projects?
- Sonali
