Stories
In whispered words, on parchment old,
Or campfire tales beneath the stars,
Stories unfold, a world untold,
Where hearts take flight and leave their scars.
From grand adventures, battles bold,
To quiet lives where dreams take root,
In every thread, a magic's rolled,
A tapestry of laughter's loot.
A hero's quest, a lover's plight,
A whispered secret, dark and deep,
In woven threads, both dark and bright,
The human soul is lulled to sleep.
They spark a fire, banish night,
And paint a world where all can be,
A guiding light, a beacon's might,
Inspiring hope for you and me.
From myths of old, to fables spun,
Legends that echo through the years,
Each tale begun, a race outrun,
Washing away all doubt and fears.
They bridge the gaps, where silence won,
And bind us close, though miles may lie,
A whispered truth, a battle won,
A teardrop shared beneath the sky.
Grandmother's voice, a soothing sound,
Of princes brave and castles grand,
Where magic's found, on hallowed ground,
These whispered tales, we understand.
They paint a world where dreams are bound,
Yet hold a key to set us free,
In every line, a truth profound,
A whispered hope for you and me.
So let the stories fill the air,
In every tongue, on every shore,
A legacy, a weight to share,
A timeless gift for evermore.
Copyright ©
Dr. Padmashree R P
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