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Athira Antony Poem
I never asked you to feed us,
Or give us gold from your chest.
It wasn’t your job — I knew that,
Our father carried that test.
But not once did you knock the door,
Not once ask, “How are they today?”
We weren’t starving for your riches,
Just a kind word — but you walked away.
You worship money like it’s your god,
Kneel to those with wealth and fame.
But hearts like yours are hollow vaults,
And love’s a word you never claim.
You weigh people in coins and cars,
Give smiles to suits and silk ties.
But to the ones who struggled near,
You offered only cold goodbyes.
I feel no hate — just pity now,
For the life you’ve locked in greed.
You keep your money stacked in walls,
But your soul still bleeds in need.
Earn, earn, earn — more and more,
Stack it high, then shut the door.
Eat your riches, taste your pride,
Let your silence be your guide.
While we — with nothing — learned to shine,
Built a life without your line.
You missed the chance to stand as kin,
Now we rise, while you cave in.
Copyright © Athira Antony | Year Posted 2025
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Athira Antony Poem
From ashes and scars, she rises high,
A heart once broken, now touches the sky.
Each pain a lesson, each tear a flame,
Fuel to the fire, igniting her name.
A mask she wears, but her eyes reveal,
The storm within that’s learning to heal.
Bravery blooms where fear once lied,
Now wings of a phoenix, she spreads open wide.
Alone but fierce, she conquers the night,
Turning wounds into power, darkness to light.
Copyright © Athira Antony | Year Posted 2025
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Athira Antony Poem
My love for him will never fade,
In silent hope, my heart has stayed.
He spoke of love, yet couldn’t see
The aching storm that lived in me.
I cried alone through endless night,
While he slept soundly, lost in light.
What kind of love just walks away—
While one is torn, the other stays?
Copyright © Athira Antony | Year Posted 2025
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