Do we all come to be
whole and raw
perfectly packaged
with definite fatal flaws?
Or are we never truly ourselves
but constantly evolving
until the very end
undefined and ever changing?
passion. soul. creativity.
Poem by Triambika Dinakaran ’21
Do we all come to be
whole and raw
perfectly packaged
with definite fatal flaws?
Or are we never truly ourselves
but constantly evolving
until the very end
undefined and ever changing?