After
a tedious hunt in d' market,
lastly
found up to d' satisfaction
certain
to buy two red clay pots,
fascinating
and fit for irrigation
Water
dribbled from one of them,
maybe
from some hidden hole
carefully
chosen, yet an ill luck
kept
the anguish under control
Carried
water in those clay pots
from
the pond for the watering
the
erring pot poured out water
as a
routine was too annoying
The
pot identified its own flaw,
collating
with the counterpart
and
felt ignoble and talentless
had
no reason to behave smart
The
pristine pot felt too elated,
for
water loss teased the other
times
& again tried to remind it,
the
value of the precious water
One
day it insisted to d' master,
can
stand the spillage no more
no
more want to get humiliated,
discard
me and go for one better
The
farmer gave a gentle smile,
and
ignored d' pot's resentment
from
d' pondside up to our farm,
did
you see the way so decent?
While
back on down d' road, saw
fresh
flower bloom on both sides
you
spilled water, they sprouted,
flourished,
and you never realized
To
sustain life, d' secret-spilling,
auspicious
for their propagation
you
felt so sad about d' leakage,
can't
discard it's no valid reason
Don't
be sad if a wrong detected,
discover
d' positive points in us
set
aside ill luck, try your talent,
help
often offered using d' flaws
Change
the spell out of victory,
all
blessed with varied abilities
if
you lack somewhere, be prolific,
stretch
other latent capabilities
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