In the stillness of the midnight hour,
Where moonbeams weave their gentle power,
There lies a soul, burdened and worn,
In the depths of silence, silently torn.
Through corridors of memory's maze,
Echoes of traumas in hidden ways,
Each scar a story, each tear a tale,
Of battles fought, where fears prevail.
The silent cry, a symphony unsung,
A heart's lament in a world so young,
Depression's grip, a weight so dense,
Yet within, a spark of resilience.
Like petals unfurling in morning's light,
Hope blossoms in the darkest night,
A whispered prayer, a gentle sigh,
A longing for wings, to soar and fly.
Through valleys of shadows, courage strides,
In the heart's caverns, hope abides,
For every tear that falls unseen,
A strength awakens, serene and keen.
So let the echoes of pain subside,
In the embrace of healing tide,
For in the silent depths of despair,
A new dawn rises, beyond compare.
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Echoes of the Ganges
Poetry"Echoes of Ganga" is a poetic odyssey intertwining the timeless flow of the sacred river with the deep currents of human emotion. This collection captures the essence of the Ganga, its serene whispers harmonizing with the joys, sorrows, hopes, and f...
