Let the Known be Unknown

Let me be unknown
With the thing so known
So that I may.. Lay apart someday
And think about the thing..
I shouldn't have known
Or shall I say.. It shouldn't have born
For the thing to be forgotten
It needs its occurrence
As the courage to be seen
Dangers are necessary to begin
Its the fate of the flower to be plugged off
But this also requires its blossoming off
Who would here like to find in me
The untold behavior..path & my destiny
The hands which moulds the clay into a pot
Spends day and night for the uniqueness to be brought
Does he repents when the pot is broken?
Or throws it to a path untrodden?
Or doesn't cares what happened to it
And again gets to work
For a new job to begin?
Or he tries to join the pot broken?
Or in some corner he tries it to be forgotten?
The answer I know lies with the hands
Which differs from man to man
But let me say one thing my dear..
The pot is just an example
You and I and everyone know
Those hands would find this news
Too hard to bear.