Flawed and outworn,
Chiseled from a hundred rejections;
Sheer disgrace- transformed into,
A graciously impeccable perfection!
Torn and crushed,
And born again;
Hardened from the inside- by a feeling,
Vile and vain!
Once, I was paper thin, today-
Am a papier-mâché man;
Yesterday was a weaker me, now-
Stronger and firmer, I stand!
I’ll seldom last forever and that- I know,
Only too well;
Yet living for the moment, ahead I stride on-
(For destiny shall unfurl,
Unhindered,
And no tide shall remain,
Unturned;)
But of my transience:
Only time shall tell….
- -Ishaan Phukan
Libëranté. 