A Quiet End

By Priyanshi Baraiya

So many voices fill the room—

The clink of a glass,

The splash in the pool,

The thrum of the bass,

The chatter, the sass.

But no one hears the breaking of a heart.

Because hearts don’t break—

They don’t shatter.

They simply stop,

Like a camera from the past,

Its lens cracked and still,

Unable to capture another heart.

By Priyanshi Baraiya