Unheard Whispers

By Ragi Mishra

Pillow:

I catch the tears you dare not show,

Silent cries the world will never know.

Clock:

I count the seconds, cold and clear,

Marking hours filled with fear.

Window:

I open worlds you long to see,

Yet cage your soul that aches to be free.

Moon:

I try to find you through each scar,

But even I can’t reach that far.

Pillow:

Rest now, dear soul, the night is long,

I’m here to soften what feels wrong.

Clock:

I watch you fall, then rise again,

Still counting taunts that echo pain.

Glass:

Unseen wounds, a silent fight,

Craved by those who brings us light.

Moon:

You are not alone I see you break,

And all the strength you chose to make.

By Ragi Mishra