A glimpse in hindsight,

A peep into history;

A proof that a hard part

Has reached completion.

An implicit pride as we

Fiddle with our knuckles,

Feeling the scars that were

Just schematics to the future.

The sleepless nights,

The soldiers we lost;

The dream that lived

Because we gave it breathe.

The hardship that became our skin,

The lies that became our code;

We were born in a farm

Full of landmines.

What we can’t afford to eat

Should give us appetite.

To chew dirt and its insects

And build a DNA of warriors.

For the next hard part.

We will burn out like stars, yes,

But we will leave a supernova

For the next stargazer

To find his dream.

Congrats, Ellen!