Echoes Of The Heart Poem by Kumar Gaurav Chhotu Singh

In the quiet of the night, I hear my soul,
Whispers of dreams that time cannot control.
Shadows of the past dance in the mind,
Memories linger, yet peace I try to find.

Tears fall softly, like rain on glass,
Moments fade, but the echoes last.
Through broken paths, I slowly tread,
Carrying words I never said.

Hope flickers gently in the silent air,
A fragile light, a whispered prayer.
Guided by the stars that shine above,
I learn to heal, I learn to love.