By Sanya Shah
There was a soul, quiet and alone,
Whose heart held dreams, yet to be known.
In crowded rooms, she would slip from sight,
A shadow in the day, hidden in the light.
She was a circle in a world full of squares,
A line that bends, where no one dares,
She traced the vertices, steady and unknown,
A shape that learns to stand alone.
Their laughter is music, but she heard no tune,
A ghost beneath the silver moon.
They move in sync, their steps a dance,
While she was lost in a fleeting trance.
She searched for a space, a place to be,
A place where she could be truly free.
But the world spun on, too fast, too loud,
And she stood, unseen, lost in the crowd.
They chase the dawn, she chases the night,
In a world that’s too bright, she would lose her sight.
The spaces they fit, she cannot find,
A drifting thought, a restless mind.
But what if this feeling, this burden, this weight,
Is just a reflection, a gate to create?
What if these struggles, these battles in sight,
Is the spark that will guide her to the light?
Yet in the stillness, hope took root,
A silent power, strong and astute.
For though she felt lost, alone in the race,
She knew deep within she would find her place.
Through the gentle winds and quiet skies,
She learned to see with clearer eyes.
The world could be harsh, but still, she would rise,
Embracing herself beneath the stars’ guise.
In time, she bloomed, in colors bold,
A soul once timid, now bright and gold.
A spark in the darkness that longs to ignite,
To claim her own space in the stillness of night.