The Voice Within Poem by Preksha Verma

In the silence of the morning light,
a thought takes wings, it soars its flight,
it whispers softly, clear and true,
there's something beautiful inside of you.

The world may rush, the hours may fade,
but dreams and stars, thay won't degrade,
each word a spark, each rhyme a flame,
that tells a tale, which speaks your name.

A pen in hand, a heart so free,
can paint a world no eyes can see,
thay glow within, they guide the way,
through the darkest night and the brightest day.

Through valleys deep, through skies above,
we walk the path of hope and love,
and when we sumble, friends appear,
to lift us up, to bring us near.

So rise dear voice, be bold, be strong,
this world is waiting for your song,
your truth, your courage, your gentle art,
can light the dark in every heart.

For poetry is not just words,
it's wings of thought, it's singing birds,
its laughter tears the soul's release,
a bridge of hope, a breath of peace.

And when your voce is heard aloud,
it lifts the weak, it makes us proud,
a shining flame forever true,
the world is brighter because of you.