She isn't perishing,
But surviving.....
She isn't exhausted losing the luminescence....
Indeed she gleams,
Yet stronger and refulgent.....!
She isn't lamenting.....
Instead, she crawls a great smile,
Until her tears touch her feet...!
Her tale isn't a biography,
But a chronicle of torments.....!
She isn't a mere drop of an ocean.....
Certainly, she is the ocean of sole drop....!
She isn't a package of dark shades.....
She has been sculpted
By thousands of light lamps.....!
She isn't that,
Who has no one,
To voice and tolerate her struggles.....
Verily, she is her own angel.....!
She isn't the future reflection of past beams.....
She is a magical fish swimming
In the present stream.....!
She isn't ignored and isolated.....
She's been tied
To the silk threads of love frequency.....!
She can't be pulverized into ashes,
Until, her trust illuminates herself....!
Rtr. Ilham Bin Aatham
Such an amazing output that indicates the instinct to Immerse into it.