IDEA

IDEA

It starts
Like a small zygote,
Implanted in the brain,
nurtured by book nutrients,
It grows bigger and bigger each day,
Refined by the blood,
It becomes more real,
In each stage, like life,
It sheds its initial foolishness,
It awaits for death,
To reveal a new world,
As the Bible says,
To release its glory and praises,
For the master, each day,