The Quiet Before Poem by ashok jadhav

The air hangs heavy, motion held in pause,
As if the world itself awaits a sign.
The trees stand rigid, leaves untouched by wind,
The river slows, its surface barely stirred.
I feel the tension coiled within my chest,
A knowledge that what comes will shift the course.
No voice breaks silence, yet the hush speaks loud,
It tells of choices hovering on the edge,
Of paths that wait for courage to proceed.
The heart beats slower, yet with sharpened force,
Prepared to meet the tremor yet unseen.
In this suspended hour, all is revealed:
The weight of what has been, the seed of what may.
And when the moment breaks, the world will turn,
But I remain aware of stillness once held,
The quiet space where change first made its claim.