Its like a freckle that is attached to your mien,
Deep of thousands silent words remain,
All there is to soothe the being
The doze of self ever given.
Who says you cannot be known,
Or dare to bring your talents to the fore
Whence at first the move implored,
Estranged a move driven with raw motives.
Such was the output so innocently shown,
That catered a reaction of unwavering tones
This put to measure the beauty of mind,
All that is captured in the brain and heart.
For its the engines that’s struck moves borne,
Thus is the fuel of innovations born
For through it the forging of life sojourn
And all for the adventure of esteem won.