Whisper Of The Road Poem by Kumar Gaurav Chhotu Singh

Whispers of the Road 🌙

Life doesn't shout, it softly calls,
Through rising suns and sudden falls.
In every scar, a secret song,
In every silence, we grow strong.

We lose our names in passing crowds,
Then find our truth beneath the clouds.
Dreams fade, yet somehow stay,
Guiding us through the shades of grey.

For every end begins again,
Through joy, through loss, through hidden pain.
And if we fall, we still survive —
That's the quiet art of being alive.

— mr chhotu Singh 18