THIRD POEM

Everything has a scar

look at the moon,

its calm stitched

with unspoken wounds.

Each crack carries delight,

for that is where

the light finds a home.

I trace my own fractures,

not to mourn them

but to understand

how survival glows.

Hope arrives softly,

not as triumph,

but as a trembling hand

that refuses to let go.

Even in darkness,

I will find a way

for the broken

shine differently

I Roopal, am a Research Scholar at the Department of English and Modern European Languages, University of Lucknow, working in the area of Children’s Literature. Alongside academic writing, I turn to poetry as a quiet space of reflection, where everyday emotions, memory, and small moments find expression. I believe writing allows me to both learn and listen to stories, silences, and the world around me.