Hardik , 2I
The light within is not a flame, it is not fire or heat or name. It does not burn or roar or sway, it simply is, a quiet day. It holds the wisdom of the long, dark night,
The quiet courage in a silent fight. It holds the hope that will not fade,
the gentle promise that your spirit made. Through storms of doubt & winds of pain, A fragile heart will rise again & though the world may leave you cold, this steady, inner light is yours to hold. It shines for you, & for you alone, A secret garden where your soul is grown. It warms your path & shows the way, & in its grace, you come to stay.
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G. Sri Laasya, 5-E
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