The rebirth of a great nation,
with a population of one.
Evading call and temptation,
dodging the loaded gun.
The hero couldn't save him,
neither could his love.
Yet his light never began to dim,
a shining beacon from above.
The journey of changing oneself,
through heart, self, and mind.
Taken down from the dusty shelf,
and given space and time.
He walked alone for four hundred days,
a miracle not dared by God.
Sojourning across the world in stays,
evolving in a land abroad.
A 'woman' left the desolate cabin,
to find 'herself' anew.
A year and a half later in Manhattan,
a Man came tumbling through.
Dehlia had become Harvey,
a voyage filled with peril.
Binders and new names were supplied aplenty,
completed with contemporary apparel.
His journey was called transformation,
a safe haven away from home.
Silence turned to celebration,
to commemorate a man's true form.
- neeha
