Held with a thought
that fortune as they told
comes with mighty change
may be then time mutates
or unknown thoughts vacillate
So, I landed in my Potter’s hand
Was it walking on balmy air
or to have a ride on gravy train
I was totally in love with him
He swept off my feet
telling me to change
to be a masterpiece
I took his wish and
kept with his reflection
deep inside my soul
And the ‘new’ changed me
mesmerized him every moment
Fortune, may be his iced wish
or my wish to have him
I burnished for glittering beauty
And atlast when he saw
his own reflection
in my polished surface
He took up and cracked me
into zillion pieces
Yelling…………..
“Potter’s Sand has lost originality”
And I
Questioning………
“But for whom?”