If accounted for, we speak a million words every day, but still claim to be misunderstood; shruddered for being unexpressive.. If words could say it all, what would WE do??
Saturday, June 28, 2025
Unbreakable
The winds could not slow her pace
She rose each time with silent grace
The world smirked showing the mountains high
She took a leap, she chose to fly
She cried desolate and let her storm pass
the dimness in her couldn’t last
for she is meant to splash the colours of love
for she is meant to shine like stars above
Unshaken, unfazed, she writes her name
she shines in hues, her heart aflame.
Not made of steel, but something more
A quiet storm ebbing ashore
Charu
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