By K sowmiya
I was a whisper in a storm, unseen, unheard,
Lost in echoes of merciless words.
A mother’s lullaby faded too soon,
A father’s face, a forgotten moon.
My hands grew rough with tasks not mine,
Cleaning shadows others left behind.
Yet kindness never graced their eyes,
Their words were daggers, cloaked in lies.
In silent corners, I hid my grief,
But anger bloomed like autumn’s leaf.
It found her—the fragile soul I knew,
My grandmother, steadfast and true.
She bore my wrath with quiet grace,
Her love a lantern in a darkened space.
Yet cruel fate played its part,
Breaking her body, breaking my heart.
Thin arms lifted what strength defied,
While sorrow stayed, and hope had died.
Her silence, a haunting lull,
Her gaze, a mirror of my soul.
Years passed, her spirit soared,
And left me stranded, torn and floored.
Alone, I walked a road of despair,
With no one left to hold or care.
Then came a dawn, soft and bright,
A man who brought the gift of light.
Gnana Prakash, my guiding star,
He healed the wounds, the deepest scar.
Now love grows beneath my heart,
A life within, a brand-new start.
Five months along, our future gleams,
A child of hope, born from dreams.
From poison touch to healing grace,
I’ve walked through fire, found my place.
The world that scorned now bows its head,
Offering respect it never spread.
God’s blessings fell like gentle rain,
Washing away my deepest pain.
No more tears, no more strife,
I embrace the light, the gift of life.
For in my soul, two sides remain,
One of love and one of pain.
Yet through it all, I’ve come to see,
The side I choose will shape me.