In the grand tome of existence, where chapters unfold like petals of a flower,
A novel of surprises, written by the divine hand of fate's dark hour,
Each page a portal to the unknown, a gateway to the unexplored,
A labyrinth of experiences, where wisdom's threads are intricately implored.

Through the crucible of trials, we're tempered like steel in the fire's heart,
Our souls, a canvas of contradictions
where shadows and light never depart,
The dialectics of growth, a symphony of discord and harmony,
Echoes of our essence, whispers of our destiny.

In this Odyssey of self-discovery, we navigate the twists and turns,
A maze of mirrors, where reflections of our true selves yearn to burn,
The alchemy of transformation, a slow unfolding of the soul's dark night,
A phoenix rising, from the ashes of our former selves, reborn in light.

Each phase, a metamorphosis, a shedding of skin, a renewal of the heart,
A work in progress, an unfinished masterpiece, a life forever a work of art.

_Misba Iqbal