All encompassing and ever-expanding,
The Universe in all its vastness,
Intimidates and overwhelms so many.

So many have told me that I am a tiny speck occupying some space,
Soon to be forgotten and wiped off its face.
While I’m gone, the Universe shall stay.

Universal shall stay but Universe still was,
When I was just nothing at all,
But, Universe is so old and I’m young,
I believe I can change the face of the world.

The face of the world is a canvas for,
Something larger than universe itself,
The imagination of the mind knows no scope,
It has coloured the world with its strokes.

With its strokes, great empires rose and fell,
Crafted by its philosophies, revolutions brought down hell,
The world has been shaken and shaped,
By discoveries so unique and new.
So are you, unique and new,

Yet complaining of how little you can do,
Unravel that creativity, take your brush,
Leave a mark on the page of times,
Good deeds will leave a good legacy indeed,
And your legacy will carry you on and on…

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