A Poem of My Thoughts

A Poem of My Thoughts

"What is in a name,"
a word that fades in time,
yet behind it, a soul whispers,
untouched, unbroken, sublime.

If one sleeps, never to rise,
that day is death’s quiet claim,
but each morning we awaken,
a birthday lit without flame.

They told me, “Stop writing,
one day is enough, do not share.”
I left their crowd in silence,
for my truth lives only in air.

I do not write for applause,
nor to dress another’s mood,
I write to pamper my spirit,
in verses I find my food.

Every line I pen is a breath,
a mirror of heart’s reflection,
poetry is not my pastime,
it is my soul’s connection.

GR kaviyoor 
20 08 2025
(Canada, toronto)

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