SOUL

It whispered the dreams in my ears,

driving away the perilous fears.

It motivated me to scale a cliff,

when the contention was stiff.

It emboldened me to cross the stormy seas,

to reach the shore at ease.

It gave me immense hope,

thin threads aided as a strong rope.

It rallied with a spark of optimism,

to vandalize the lamp of pessimism.

It tailored the skillful artistry,

to build my castle and monastery.

It helped me to explore exotic locus,

with success as the cardinal focus.

Its beauty never seen,

the origin of strength it has ever been.

It is amalgamated with the build,

never can it be killed.

It stays. . . . . . .

It stays on. . . . . . .

It stays on for Eternity. . . . . . .