The Weary Heart

By Pratishtha Kumari

O weary heart, you no longer wait for hope.

You’ve grown used to dreams that never reach their end.

So fragile you have become,

You wander through paths without knowing where they lead.

O my heart,

Why do you insist on walking alone,

When your steps tremble beneath the weight of sorrow?

You have endured countless storms,

Yet what place remains for us in this unkind world?

This strange time will never let us live in peace.

Come, let us go somewhere far away,

For this darkness is heavier than you can bear.

They laugh at your scars,

They call your silence weakness.

But I know, my weary heart,

Even your tears carry a quiet prayer.

Someday, even this pain will turn to poetry,

And the burden you hold will find its voice in words.

O weary heart,

Why do you keep suffering beneath such cruelty?

By Pratishtha Kumari