“What I stepped into was me!”
I stepped upon a shattered ground,
Each echo screamed without a sound.
A harmony of pain so deep,
It woke the fears I’d tried to keep
But in that moment, clear and true,
I saw what suffering came to do
Not meant to haunt or bring despair,
But stir the grief already there.
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DURESHEHWAR BUKHARI
I am Dureshehwar Bukhari doing Bachelors in English Literature and Linguitics. A 23 years old poet who loves to pour raw emotions and personal reflections into her poetry, capturing silent struggles and moments of self-discovery. Writing is my escape and expression- a way to transform inner chaos into words that resonate with those who feel deeply but speak quietly.
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