The Earthen Goblet
The Earthen Goblet - Harindranath Chattopadhyaya O silent goblet Red from head to heel, How did you feel When you were being twirled Upon the Potter’s wheel Before the Potter gave you to the world? ‘I felt a conscious impulse in my clay To break away From the great Potter’s hand that burned so warm. I felt vast Feeling of sorrow to be cast Into my present form. Before that fatal hour That saw me captive on the Potter’s wheel And cast into this crimson goblet-sleep, I used to feel The fragrant friendship of a little flower Whose root was in my bosom buried deep. The Potter has drawn out the living breath of me And given me a form which is the death of me. My past unshapely natural state was best With just one flower flaming through my breast.’ Harindra Nath Chattopadhyaya He was born on 2 nd April 1898, He was an Indian English poet, a dram...