Your Name and Your True Reflection
By Leni Marlina
Your name is as soft as silken thread,
Woven from prayers that once were said,
But in the morning's mirror, a shadow you see,
What gazes back is a false decree.
You, the captain with silver sails unfurled,
Guiding your ship through a fragile world,
Yet the sea, it whispers of your deceit,
As waves rise up, the truth to meet.
Wisdom blooms not from a name well-spoken,
Like flowers that fade when sunlight's broken,
And honesty cannot be crafted by lies,
Like morning dew on a rose that dies.
Courage is not in titles you wear,
But in flames of truth that few can bear,
Yet all you show are shadows that sway,
Dancing in twilight that fades away.
You may change your name, adorn it anew,
But the heart's true colors will always show through,
For if your soul is cloaked in night,
Your name, though sweet, brings no light.
Honor is more than a name can bestow,
It's born from truths that bravely glow,
No matter how lovely the sound of your name,
It's your deeds, not your title, that earn you fame.
Padang, West Sumatra, Indonesia, 2024
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