Petronas

Austere like a yogi,

Elegant like a queen,

Blazing steel

In the morning sun.

Sky-high souls,

Piercing the heavens.

Gleam like missiles

Awaiting to be launched.

Figures of strength

In glass.

Clear, crystalline, solid,

Like Ashoka[1] before a conquest.

Epitomes of modesty

Empowered to crush me,

A pigmy before them,

Yet don’t.

Insignificant, I feel

As I lift my eyes to behold their crown

Yet I relish the surge of humility

In my heart

They look down at me,

Composed.

I watch, in awe…

The Petronas.

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[1] Ashoka, the Great, was an Indian king famous for his conquest of the entire nation.