I'm Not A Nightingale 🐦 Poem by Abinash Maharana

It left me a scar. What makes you think I can't remember it?
whether it happened days ago, months ago, or even years ago. I would still remember it—the ache, the suffering, and the silent cries.
it was engraved in my heart.
I remember it all.
I'm not a nightingale, I suffered.
I tried to understand everything—
over and over—
even when it made no sense,
until I could no longer hold on.
Perhaps,
after all the struggles,
my heart simply grew tired of waiting.
I fought for it countless times,
when it hurt so bad instead of crying
I just sat down and stared at nothing for hours. Before I finally let go, praised
I'm not a nightingale.

Abhinash ✨