Li(e)ghthouse Undoubtedly, poetry is the Lighthouse of every Failed lover which flashes The beam of metaphors and Hyperboles praising the Dreamy love life which Spills the throbs of lies And is a perfectly imperfect reality For the heart. Standing on the seashore Seeing the raging ocean Of my lies; flowing in The form of poetry is A blissful sight for others, As the waves of metaphors Washes away all Hurting realities and soothes
