Forsaken Horizon Poem by ashok jadhav

I called into the vast, unending sky,
my voice a trembling thread against the void.
No answer came—only the wind
turning my prayers into echoes I could not follow.
Fate moved silently, indifferent,
closing doors I thought would open,
leaving paths broken beneath my feet,
and hearts I loved scattered like autumn leaves.
Even God seemed distant,
a shadow behind clouds that never parted,
watching without reaching,
listening without speaking.
I wander through days heavy with absence,
seeking meaning in moments that betray me,
learning that sometimes the world
does not bend to justice or mercy,
and sometimes we are left
to carry the weight alone.
Yet still I lift my eyes,
not in certainty, but in hope,
as if faith itself could survive
even where I feel most forsaken.