Transformation

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The stars above twinkle and wink at us,
Mere humans born out of dust, grains of flesh,
Shards of bones and threads of muscles,
Transformed into God’s wonders, from a wasteful mesh.

We look around us, wondering at the vastness
Of the multitude of creations and their journey,
Once they were just a seed, now with constant progress
They are oaks and firs and cedars, from one to many.

The curve of learning goes hand-in-hand with knowledge,
The path of success has been laid out brick over brick.
It is our yoke to tow, our sharp duty to cut the edge,
With every step we take, we defy the eluding trick.

Onto us, has been thrust, the burden of humanity,
We, the people, have the cells of divination.
We can turn lifeless concrete into a scraping beauty,
We will be the ambassadors of an everlasting, enduring Transformation.

                                                                                                     - Shwetha Gopalan