A heartfelt poem about carrying old wounds with grace, finding strength after heartbreak, and discovering that true identity is not built through victories alone, but through the courage to rise, heal, and smile despite life’s broken moments.

# Perhaps, This Is My Unique Style #

Some old wounds still live inside,
Some silent aches I cannot hide.
Some lonely nights still linger near,
With unshed tears and traces of fear.

Yet my heart refused to lose its light;
It held on through the darkest night.
From shattered dreams and ashes gray,
It found a reason to grow and stay.

Some people came and walked away,
Some chose not to remain and stay.
But little lamps of memories bright
Still guided me through every night.

There were times I lost my way,
When trembling feet could not obey.
But after every fall, I knew
I’d rise again and start anew.

No crown was placed upon my head,
No words of praise were ever said.
But in the mirror, face to face,
I found my worth and rightful place.

Now pain has learned to walk with me,
And tears are guests that come and flee.
Beneath the shade of broken days,
I’ve learned to grow in resilient ways.

I grieve for all I’ve left behind,
Yet treasure what I’ve come to find.
Even with a broken heart, I smile—
And perhaps, this is my unique style.

(Vijay Verma)
 www.retiredkalam.com

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