My New Poem
Distant Heart: The Price of My Dreams
The diyas gleam, a festive blaze,
Yet shadows drift through distant days.
Two winding roads, a path unfolds,
To where my heart, my home, it holds.
Not in the walls or painted doors,
But in the love I treasure the most.
My parents’ smiles, their eyes so bright,
Their whispered prayers at fading lights.
The weight of dreams, a heavy load,
Yet love for them lights up this road.
Their ageing hands, once strong and sure,
Deserve the stars, their rest secured.
For home is not just walls and space,
But where love lives, a cherished place.
And as I strive with purpose strong,
My victory shall be their turn.
-Shivam Parashar