Sudipta Mishra, Puri, 29 November 2025
My burdened heart
often mourned
for the scars of many-
unknown ones,
unseen and unheard.
The pain wandering around my mind.
Often through an
intriguing query
my troubled soul
asks ancient questions:
Why is hatred spread everywhere?
Why do they hate each other?
In the deep, dark
corner of my chamber
I sit.
I know-
The true healer is love.
Then I write my
verses
of joy and bliss.
I chant the sweet songs of peace.
One day, they will lose,
the battle will end,
and humanity will
rise again –
awakened and unafraid
to love all.
