Papier-mâché man


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,


And no tide shall remain,


But of my transience:

Only time shall tell….

  • -Ishaan Phukan



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