Ashura's Pain

Ashura's Beauty, a concept so rare,
In a world of pain, her soul did fare,
From a small family, humble and bright,
Her radiance shone, even in the night.

In the river's embrace, she found peace,
With her siblings, where worries would cease,
But fate, cruel and dark, had other plans,
A gang of boys with sinister hands.

They saw her there, in innocence pure,
Her beauty a beacon, a light so sure,
But their hearts were dark, filled with vice,
They brought forth terror, like shadows of ice.

Her brother, strong, tried to defend,
But their cruelty knew no end,
They drowned him there, in the river's flow,
Leaving Ashura in sorrow's throe.

They took her then, her cries unheard,
In a world where justice was blurred,
Her beauty, once a source of delight,
Now a curse in the cold, cruel night.

Yet, even in the darkest hour,
Ashura's beauty retained its power,
Not just in form, but in her soul,
A strength unbroken, a spirit whole.

Her face, though marred by tears and pain,
Held a resilience, a love not slain,
Her eyes, though haunted by the past,
Shone with a wisdom that would last.

Her physical beauty, while easy to see,
Is but a fraction of what it can be,
In Ashura's heart, a light remained,
A beauty internal, though deeply pained.

Her kindness, compassion, a beacon bright,
In a world consumed by endless night,
Her courage, a testament to inner grace,
A beauty that time could not erase.

In the grand landscapes of her mind,
Artistic masterpieces we find,
Nature's grandeur in her soul’s expanse,
A beauty that leaves us in a trance.

Ashura's Beauty is not just skin-deep,
In her resilience, her strength we steep,
She teaches us to see beyond the face,
To the heart and soul, where true beauty has its place.

So let us honour Ashura's name,
In her story, find beauty's true claim,
For in the depths of sorrow and strife,
She showed us the profound beauty of life.