An old woman was moving with an old lantern,
It was dear to her for its good pattern,
She did not know how long she had been using it,
To her the lantern was famous for its feat.
It had protected the woman from darkness
And guided her towards certain happiness,
She depended so much on it to walk on her route
That she could not believe it had developed a layer of deep soot.
Someone promised to give her a new one,
But she denied saying her soul could not reject her old lantern.
Gratitude for a non living object who had served the old lady faithfully for a long period depicts her magnanimity. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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