Sunday, August 15, 2010

Excellence

  Excellence


Humming, singing
Spinning wheel
Creating earthen pots
That earns her enough
For her to call it good.




She felt calm, content.
Love spilling to show
On the pots she made.

“Excellent. These are best in town,
Strong & well shaped”
Said a customer to another
Visiting her hut.

Smile passed her face.

Where is the beginning 
of 
Excellence?    


OSI Promt : Beginning

16 comments:

Ramesh Sood said...

Awesome Harshadji.. your thoughts are taking a totally different dimension..so very deep and picking up beautiful experiences on the way..like it a lot..what a beginning..this!

SandyCarlson said...

Wonderful poem. I wonder where excellence begins--and find it in your poem!

Weasel said...

Awesome work! The beginning of excellence, it's up to each of us to find it. Great piece!

-Weasel

gautami tripathy said...

Excellence begins with creation, be it pottery or our poetry!


red sand

PremI said...

Excellence begins in a heart that is full - content. It then shows out in whatever is done by her.

Beyond said...

Awestruckkkkkkk with words.

Vinay Leo R. said...

i like how u end the poem, Harshadji.. it leaves food for thought.. i find excellence in ur poem.. wonderful..

Sandra.if said...

that was original!

Samir said...

Source or beginning of quality or excellence is inside. It resides in you. It shows out in work where you put your heart.

Excellent piece!

Gazal Bharadwaj said...

The beginning of excellence is inside.... deep inside...

Amity said...

beginning of excellence? it is when one appreciates and loves what she's doing... :)

Nice really!

Anonymous said...

wonderful harshad sir...
perfectly written....

RiikaInfinityy said...

Amazing words, in my opinion, to seek excellence, one must first seek failure then you will know where you make mistakes and learn from them, we are not made perfectly and only to keep moving on ahead of ourselves then can we truly find excellence.

Unknown said...

wonderful Harshadbhai...u r 2 gd..

Joya said...

Hi
A nice poem

Carina said...

Very true. Excellence often begins as a dirty, exhausting thing. Only much later is it beautiful and noticed.