Each clay model was fast asleep
Frozen in slumber deep
But I had a promise to keep.
My doll I promised would have her say
And on this summer day
Her I mustn’t fail.
She had to have a clay model.
There wasn’t a thing wasn’t there
Men, women, birds and even a curd seller
Bald Brahmin, English pair
Village belle in flowing hair
Men flirtatious, women loose
At small price pick and choose.
Lost in the potter’s terrain
She was back a child again
The afternoon was almost spent
When ended her playful moments.
I picked the fortune teller
She chose the curd seller.
On the way what I had to say
Hope she remembers till last day
*At the potter’s having seen them all
Found none crafted like my lovely doll.*
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
Each clay model was fast asleep
Frozen in slumber deep
But I had a promise to keep.
My doll I promised would have her say
And on this summer day
Her I mustn’t fail.
She had to have a clay model.
There wasn’t a thing wasn’t there
Men, women, birds and even a curd seller
Bald Brahmin, English pair
Village belle in flowing hair
Men flirtatious, women loose
At small price pick and choose.
Lost in the potter’s terrain
She was back a child again
The afternoon was almost spent
When ended her playful moments.
I picked the fortune teller
She chose the curd seller.
On the way what I had to say
Hope she remembers till last day
*At the potter’s having seen them all
Found none crafted like my lovely doll.*
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