The Unseen Poet

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.