Written and Edited By: Elsa K Varghese
Illustrated by: Spoorti Gowda
I am the whisper in the crowded street,
The silent rhythm beneath your feet.
You pass me by, day after day,
But my words linger in the air, in a quiet way.
I write in shadows, I speak to the wind,
Pouring out thoughts I keep locked within.
Dreams untold, like stars in the night,
Hopes that burn, but never take flight.
I pen my fears, my love, my pain,
Stories that fall like forgotten rain.
Each line a piece of my fragile soul,
Yet no one sees, no one takes hold.
I long to be heard, for someone to care,
For a single heart to know I’m there.
But the world rushes on, loud and blind,
Leaving my verses lost behind.
Still, I write, though no one may see,
For the words are the only pieces of me.
The unseen poet, a silent refrain,
A voice in the void, enduring the pain.
And perhaps one day, someone will find,
The echoes I leave, the truths intertwined.
Until then, I’ll weave my invisible art,
For I am the poet with an unseen heart.
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