By Sakshi Jain
In the heart's quiet chambers, old wounds lie,
Unhealed trauma, a silent cry,
Seeds of pain planted deep within,
Blossoming in kin, where to begin?
Through the veins of time, it seeps,
A legacy of hurt, sorrow that creeps,
From ancestors' scars, it flows,
Into the future, where it grows.
Generations carry the weight,
Of burdens past, an inherited fate,
Yet in the darkness, there's a glimmer of light,
A chance to heal, to make things right.
With courage and love, we break the chain,
Transforming trauma into wisdom gained,
For in the bloom of new beginnings,
Lies the power to heal, to mend the sinning.
So let us tend to the garden of our souls,
Nurturing healing where pain once took its toll,
For in the cycle of life's eternal flow,
We find redemption, and freedom to grow.