By Srivaishnavi R. Loganathan
I come and go with the fleeting rhythm of ticking hours.
I dwell between the creases of prayer and doubt.
I vanish within the blink of an eye.
I become a whispered rumor in the wind.
To some, I am a god-sent miracle; to some, I do not exist.
And to those in between,
I am here when they believe, when their dreams bloom.
But in the valleys of life, I become a silent hamlet.
A scene no one sees, a murmur no one hears.
Such is a tale I tell.
Right here, right now,
Do you believe in me?