A poem....

The Lighthouse

Like a sandy beach, pristine,
The mind stretches on...
Many a footprint left behind,
From the crowd that thronged it;
Many a castle built of sand,
Testimony to the day's antics;
But slowly.,it begins to rouse,
From its slumber, the ocean of time,
The tide grows high as the waves kiss,
The shore it had so dearly missed.
So overwhelming, their passion that,
The footprints they erase,
The castles they demolish;
Its foamy fury unleashed
That someone dared spoil
The virgin beauty it held its own.
And leave behind, it does,
A beach almost as good as new.
But try as they may, they just cant
Fell the lighthouse that stands tall
Facing nonchalantly the wrath and fury.
Roaring they rush, and crashing they fall,
The mighty ocean humbled,
By just a few pieces of brick and mortar.
And thus it stands for all eternity,
Casting its beam, into the darkness of time,
Illuminating the past,Lighting the future...

B.Amal