Annual of Urdu Studies, v. 5, 1985 p. 53.


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N. M. Rashed

HASAN, THE POTTER: FOUR CANTOS

Hasan, the Potter-1

Jehanzad

below on the street

I stand distraught

facing your door

It is I Hasan the potter

This morning when I saw you

at the old apothecary Yousaf s

your eyes still had that lustre

a longing for which had kept me

frenzied for nine years

During those nine years Jehanzad I ignored

my poor distressed potsó the pots shaped by my dexterous hands those lifeless creatures of clay and color and enamel They would whisper to each other Where now is Hasan the potter9 Towards us his own creations he acts like a god forsaking us as gods do

Jehanzad those nine years passed as time over some buried city The clay in troughs whose fragrance earlier would make me feel ecstatic had stiffened and turned into rock Goblets decanters glasses ewers candle-holders and vases-tokens of my humble livelihood expressions of my art-lay broken

And I Hasan the potter my feet bound in mud dust in my hair naked at the potter s wheel hair dishevelled my head on my knees like a grief stricken god

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