An Ode to Pauline Gangla

She stands like a lighthouse at dawn,

Casting rays of warmth upon the weary,

A voice that stitches broken dreams,

A hand that lifts without measure—

Oh, Simakulu, daughter of my aunt!

Pauline, a river that never runs dry,

Quenching thirsts of hope and need,

Flowing past walls of doubt and fear,

Carving paths for those who follow—

Oh, Simakulu, daughter of my aunt!

She walks with the stride of the sun,

Lighting paths for the lost and longing,

Pauline, a beacon of boundless grace,

Guiding us through storm and shadow—

Oh, Simakulu, daughter of my aunt!

Her voice, a drumbeat in the night,

Echoing strength in silent battles,

A melody of faith and resilience,

Singing hope where sorrow lingers—

Oh, Simakulu, daughter of my aunt!

She gathers hearts like seeds in her palm,

Scattering kindness upon barren lands,

Pauline, the keeper of selfless dreams,

Sowing joy where tears once fell—

Oh, Simakulu, daughter of my aunt!

Her name is a torch in my story,

A pillar that held when the winds rose,

Pauline, my sister, my unwavering light,

A soul that empowers without end—

Oh, Simakulu, daughter of my aunt!

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