The 23rd
Pain hit hard,
a crushing weight,
The 23rd—a test of fate,
A cruel state.
So deep it cut,
life lost its glee,
Death felt kind,
a distant dream.
But in that dark,
a light was found,
A quiet hope
began to sound.
Pain turned to power
day by day,
It shaped a heart
strong as clay.
Now standing tall,
I passed the test,
Pain made me stronger
than the rest.
Editor’s Note:
Archna, a student of Akal Academy Mander, writes with a depth of reflection that is rare at such a young age.
Her poetry explores themes of pain, silence, and inner strength with quiet sensitivity and thoughtfulness.
This poem also won her a poetry competition. It is part of a collection.
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