The Ballad Of Silent Suffering Poem by ARYAN KUMAR

Upon a day, two strangers met,
Beneath the sun's soft golden set.
Their voices wove a tender thread,
Where hope and dreams so gently spread.

He spoke with care, his heart so bare,
While she was light, beyond compare.
Her words, her smile, a healing balm,
A fleeting peace, a perfect calm.

Through endless nights, their voices stayed,
The bond grew strong, yet dreams delayed.
She shone so bright; he fell so deep,
A love he'd whisper, yet still would keep.

Her laughter rang, a song so pure,
His heart was hers, a wound unsure.
And as she walked, he'd follow near,
But she saw naught of what was clear.

One day she left, her steps were light,
While he was lost to endless night.
Her absence struck like falling rain,
That washed him deep in seas of pain.

The nights grew cold, his mind a maze,
Her ghost would haunt his empty days.
Panic gripped with unseen claws,
While he, alone, would fight and pause.

He wandered halls where shadows weep,
A prisoner of a love so deep.
Her voice, her face, like drifting mist,
The touch he longed for, still unkissed.

In darkened rooms, his whispers fell,
To walls that knew his silent hell.
The midnight thoughts, a cruel refrain,
"Did I love her all in vain? "

The stars above, they heard his cries,
But she moved on, beneath new skies.
Unknowing still the pain she caused,
Unseeing how his world was paused.

Through sleepless nights, his soul would roam,
A broken heart without a home.
For love unspoken, love denied,
Leaves wreckage that no time can hide.

So here he stands, a hollow man,
Who loved too much, as only love can.
The world moved on, yet he remained,
Bound to her name, to joy and pain.

And though she'll never understand,
How much he gave with trembling hands,
He loved her still, through loss and tears,
A silent tale of unseen tears.

So sing this song for hearts that break,
For lives that love but never wake.
For in their ache, their quiet plea,
Lies love's true cost: its tragedy.