Awake In Fracture Poem by ashok jadhav

I open my eyes to a world splintered,
to streets lined with sorrow,
to hearts heavy with loss I cannot heal.
Consciousness is a weight I did not choose,
bearing witness to pain that has no end.
Every injustice, every quiet despair,
lands on my mind like stones I cannot set down.
I feel the fractures in others,
the hunger, the grief, the silent cries,
and wonder if seeing is a curse.
Sleep would be mercy, but even dreams
carry the echoes of what I cannot fix.
I walk among ruins and half-truths,
learning that awareness itself
is both gift and torment.
How weary is the soul that sees,
that counts the cost of every broken thing,
that cannot turn away from suffering,
that carries the world
in the hollows of its chest.
And yet, I breathe.
Even in this fracture, even in this grief,
the burden of consciousness endures,
for to feel is to know,
and to know is to remain human.