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A Poet's Journey

 


Once a child, lost in tales and rhyme,
In the shadow of great poets’ time.
Their words like stars, guiding my quest,
To craft my own, to write, to express.

First, I learned, to follow the rules,
A quest for mastery, the poet’s tools.
Then I wandered, beyond those bounds,
In words, I found, where freedom resounds.

Poems were kept, within my soul,
A secret release, an unspoken goal.
But as others spoke, their voices clear,
I shared my verses, dispelling fear.

Anonymous hopes, for hearts to find,
A solace in words, a kindred mind.
Gradually bold, I embraced my name,
No longer hidden, no longer the same.

Pride in my heart, for the verses I make,
A journey of growth, for my own sake.
Hoping one day, my words may ignite,
Another’s path, in the quiet of the night.

Connected we are, in this poetic span,
A cycle of hearts, in the words of man.
From one to another, inspiration flows,
In the endless cycle, where creativity grows.


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse
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