V. RANJANI VEERA,
My heart weeps in places
Where my eyes cannot reach,
Silent sobs echo in the corners of my soul.
Pain that blooms inward, where no tear can fall.
The heart breaks softly behind a steady face.
A sorrow too deep to touch the surface.
My smile is thin near my sorrow
A quiet cry you never hear,
The hurt is real, the pain sincere
Yet my eyes remain cold and clear.
A hidden cry that reappears,
Whispering grief without the tears.
V. RANJANI VEERA,
M.A., B.Ed.,
GRADUATE TEACHER (English )
PONDICHERRY District,
INDIA.
Similar Posts by The Mt Kenya Times:
- Diaspora Times Global Oct 24 – Oct 30, 2026
- America’s baby bust: U.S. birth rate hits record low as women choose later motherhood
- Literary Outreach Incubation Program Instills The Culture From Book Adaption To Spoken Words
- Why starting school too early is failing our children
- Who defines Africa’s destiny? The western lens, African compliance and the struggle for intellectual sovereignty
About the Author
