A Smithy For The Soul Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

A gem embedded in a stone
Or rock needs to be cut to reshape
Faceted and polished makes lustre gape
Of light rushing out to adorn
All with a splendid glamour and glint


Smelted ore purges slag melting essence
To be shaped into a mould set
For its worth and use in forge or fret
And free form its intrinsic presence
In things created; or even to mint


Every soul is turned lively and pure
With such a noble tempering and cure.