The potential, tiny and numerous
Granules of information
The knowledge and the treasure
Are raring to implement and create
A new taste of life
They are boiled ruthlessly
On the fire of destiny
And made to pass
Through the sieve of years
To form a decoction
Of experience, pure and sublime
That is to be sipped slowly
To feel the aroma
Silently and without fanfare.

maitreyee joshi

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