A Lighthouse

Her charming eyes always see far beyond the face value of any deceptive hoax; A piercing look could see how the awful facts under the torrents of illusion really look.

On the same rugged seashore, you always find her, Holding a book in hand, staring blankly into the salty air.

The hardships of her life always bring her here every day— The injustice, ill-treatment, and consecutive blows of fate, without second thought or delay.

She always looks at the waves and in her heart says, "Could the storm do any harm to the sea? The hurricane could only lend the waves more power and hegemony."

And the sea whispers back, "You are a tenacious boulder on my rugged seashore, Defiantly resilient, stubborn down to your very core.

Upon your shoulders, a lighthouse should be erected, Not out of fear of darkness, but to stretch a guiding hand To the ones who feel overpowered and pitifully dejected.

The stormy weather adds to my strength, And your adversities will become a guiding light to others throughout your life, and even after your biological death."

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