By Arnav Mishra
Submerged within the whirlpool of life's chaotic flow,
A heart resolved, a beacon strong and free,
A fortress against the tides of joy and woe,
Where calm resilience finds its noble plea.
In tempests' roar, the steadfast spirit's liberty,
A lighthouse 'midst the storm, a constant aim,
Serene as moonlight on the tranquil sea,
It guides through darkness, bears the weight of blame.
A sculptor's hand upon the marble flows,
Shaping a soul, enduring ever bold,
From the rawest rock to masterpiece, it grows,
A symphony of virtues to uphold.
A steadfast oak, proud and strong,
Bends not in the Atlas gale,
Stands far from the maddening throng,
As its virtues guide it through life's treacherous tale.
By Arnav Mishra
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