A Smithy For The Soul Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

A Smithy For The Soul



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.

Wednesday, July 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: shine,noble
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