The Healers of Hearts

By Brinda Vaghasiya

Amidst the pages of timeless tales,

A few pure hearts did beat with compassion’s gentle gales.

These poets of old, with words so divine,

Did weave a tapestry of love’s entwined.

With every verse, a broken heart did mend,

A tear of sorrow did slowly descend.

Their words, a balm, to soothe the soul’s deep pain,

Did bring solace to the heart’s darkened reign.

Their hearts, unbroken, yet felt the weight,

Of every sorrow, every tear, every heart’s fate.

They wrote of love, of loss, of life’s cruel might,

To bring hope’s light to the darkest of nights.

With every line, a piece of their soul did share,

A fragment of their heart, a glimpse of their care.

Their poetry, a bridge, between the heart’s deep core,

And the world’s turmoil, where love did seem no more.

These poets, healers of hearts, did bring to the fore,

A world where love did reign, where tears did dry once more.

Their legacy lives on, a testament to their heart,

A heart that beats for love, for compassion, a brand new start.

Their words, a timeless gift, a treasure to behold,

A reminder of the power of love that never grows old.

These poets, angels of mercy, did bring hope’s light,

To a world in need, where love shines bright.

By Brinda Vaghasiya