by Chawa N. M., 18
In streets where silence learned to scream,
And hope survives like a fragile dream,
I walk through faces cold and blind,
In a world that seems to forget kindness behind.
Hands once open, now clenched in fear,
Smiles once warm no longer appear,
Every heart wears a shield of stone,
In crowds, yet everyone feels alone.
We chase the stars of wealth and pride,
While empathy slowly slips aside,
Words grow sharp like broken glass,
And gentle moments rarely last.
A child still asks,
“Why do we fight?”
While adults bury truth from sight,
No answer lives in hurried minds,
Just echoes of a world unkind.
But somewhere deep, a spark remains,
Through hidden tears and silent pains,
A voice still whispers soft and true—
“Kindness lives inside me and you.”
So let us heal what we ignored,
Rebuild the bridges once explored,
For even in this world so torn,
Kindness waits to be reborn.
India
Bridge Ink 