the cauldron fizzled and the steam arose,
blisters, weighing like thin air, began to float.
i gathered up ingredients to soon meld a being,
it will become a grand masterpiece!
for touches of shy and sweet spices,
sprinkle crystal-like sugar from sugar canes,
during the season of harvesting.
too much and a frenetic gets jumpy.
for the heart’s warmth and empathy,
collect ashes- residues from the fireplace,
during the hours of a frigid twilight.
too much and the wrath will ablaze.
for the sagacious mind to contemplate,
pile up milky strands of hair from hoary men
who immersed themselves with words.
too much and a cynic be bald.
for the humour and jests to laugh upon,
bottle up bubbly chuckles from other humans
during a comedic feast or a carnival show.
too much and malice becomes their satire.
i mingled all elements with a wooden spoon,
sang dulcet melodies for extra seasoning.
my mixture imploded with varied hues
composed of goodies to be fused.
but all became flawed with a tiny mistake,
a thread of my hair- my flaws and weaknesses,
fell to the amalgam, a new colour formed,
i was in tears until a human was born.
he emerged and his faint grin was first to be seen.
i threw away all thoughts of being a failure,
and realised, he too, is a fallible human.
then, a smile painted widely on my face,