The poem illustrates how pain becomes poetry. It shows how sorrow and hidden scars can change into truth and healing. The poem highlights vulnerability, strength, and the power of heartfelt writing.
# My Wounds Became Ink #
I never learned to hide my pain,
it lived inside me like the rain,
quietly falling night by night,
until my darkness learned to write.
The tears I could not speak aloud,
the trembling heart behind the crowd,
the silent battles deep within—
my every wound became ink.
Some nights were heavy, cold, and long,
yet sorrow slowly shaped my song,
and every scar I tried to hide
became the place where words could shine.
I wrote of loss, I wrote of fear,
of holding on when none were near,
and somehow through the endless ache,
my weary soul began to wake.
I do not write because I know
how to escape from every sorrow,
I write because a hurting heart
still searches healing through its art.
Let my restless pen still think,
let honesty flow through every link,
All the truest words I ever bring
are born from wounds that turned to ink.
(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com
Categories: kavita
Retiredकलम 
very nice .
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Thank you so much.
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This is beautifully heartfelt Verma ji. The way pain transforms into poetry throughout the poem feels both honest and healing. Lines like ‘until my darkness learned to write’ and ‘my every wound became ink’ carry such emotional depth. A touching reminder that our deepest scars can become our strongest voice. Truly inspiring.🤍✨
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Thank you so much for your kind and thoughtful words. 🤍 Your appreciation touches my heart deeply. I truly believe that pain, when embraced with courage and reflection, can transform into something meaningful. As you beautifully noted, “until my darkness learned to write” and “my every wound became ink” express that very journey—from suffering to expression, from silence to voice.
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Very nicely written. But it proves something wrong, the pen (Kalam) has not retired you only retired from the job you were doing. Brave people sing out their pain.
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful words. You are absolutely right—perhaps the job retired, but the Kalam never did. 😊 Writing has become a companion that grows stronger with time, giving voice to thoughts, memories, joys, and even pain.
I especially appreciate your observation that brave people sing out their pain. There is something healing about turning wounds into words and struggles into stories. If my writing resonates with others, then every line written has found its purpose.
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