Vessel sculpted by you,
Each breath in me, you blew
Sludge I was, then you touched
Slowly a life was etched
Every step that I took
Left a mark in your book.
Of your omnipresence
Fall I experience
Your hand reach out to me
Offending, I would flee
Under some influence
Racing without a sense.
Choice, I had made to run,
However, sculptor spun.
Only creator knows
If the road that I chose,
Can take me to the place
Engulfed in creator’s grace.
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Jacob John is an Engineer who likes to follow “simple living and high thinking”. Writing poem helps him see the world differently, so he wants to make it a serious hobby.
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