To Make a Human

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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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,

“Perfect.”

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