Quiet Resilience Poem by ashok jadhav

I bend, but do not break beneath the storm,
The world may roar, yet I remain serene;
No trumpet calls, no grand or gilded form,
Just steady roots beneath the shifting green.
Each morning brings its trials, small and vast,
Yet still I rise, unshaken by the tide;
The past may whisper, memories may cast
Their shadows, but I keep my strength inside.
Resilience lives not in the loudest voice,
Nor in the triumphs sung for all to hear;
It grows in silence, patience as its choice,
A steadfast heart that quietly draws near.
So I endure, through shadow, wind, and rain,
And find my power in the calm, not strain.