By Vishal Singh
In shadows deep where whispers sigh, A child was born 'neath a troubled sky. From roots entangled, harsh and cold, A tender heart began to mold.
Through nights of tears and days of dread, Where fear and doubt would often spread, He learned to dance in sorrow's rain, And found his strength amidst the pain.
A father’s rage, a mother’s weep, In broken dreams, he sowed his keep. Yet through the storm, his spirit soared, With every wound, his heart implored.
He sought the sun in darkest hours, And bloomed with grace like secret flowers. In every scar, a story told, Of battles fought and courage bold.
With gentle hands, he forged his way, Through memories that bade him stay. But love, he found, in fleeting glance, And dared to dream of sweet romance.
A friend, a smile, a love so pure, Each moment bright, a heart's allure. He built a world from shards of past, A haven where his hope would last.
And so he stands, a beacon bright, A soul that triumphed over night. In love he found his rightful place, A testament to endless grace.
For every child who walks this path, Know this truth in aftermath: From pain, a beauty can arise, A worthy life beneath the skies.
In hearts where darkness once had sown, The seeds of love have always grown. With each new dawn, a chance to see, The boundless strength of bravery.
By Vishal Singh
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