I held you in the quiet of my storm,
When even your own shadow refused form.
I gave you light when yours was lost,
Paid the price, bore the frost.
You feared the mirror in my gaze,
So you chose her — a safer maze.
But did she see your silent cries?
Did she guard your soul from lies?
I kissed your wounds with wordless grace,
While you vanished without a trace.
You left, but your silence screamed—
Of love unlived, of truths unredeemed.
I watched you fade into her arms,
Blind to warnings, blind to harms.
But karma walks — slow and wide —
And truth, my dear, cannot hide.
You may return, by thought or fate,
But know this now — it is too late.
For I have bloomed where pain once grew,
And found in me what I gave to you.
So take your path, and wear your mask,
Let life unfold its sacred task.
But when the wind calls out my name...
You'll know the loss. You'll feel the flame.
By: - WIN VENTURA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem