Darkest Moments, Poem by ashok jadhav

In darkest moments, when the night feels sealed,
And hope seems distant, fragile, hard to name;
The world grows still, its comforts all concealed,
And even stars appear too tired to flame.
Yet in that depth, a quiet truth is born,
Unnoticed by the mind that seeks relief;
The heart learns strength where it has most been torn,
And faith takes shape within the house of grief.
No light arrives with trumpet or decree,
No sudden dawn breaks open wounded skies;
A single breath reminds us we still be,
A pulse of will that quietly defies.
So darkest moments, heavy though they seem,
Are where we wake to endurance, not a dream.