The Silent Choice Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

In shadows deep where stories hide,
A gentle soul walks side by side,
With tales untold, yet eyes that see,
The world through silent reverie.

A voice not loud, but heart so vast,
Prefers the whispers of the past,
To keep within, not to unfold,
A treasure trove of thoughts untold.

Yet some may say, 'Self-centered, cold, '
For choosing not to be as bold.
But freedom's gift, a sacred right,
To speak or hold back in the night.

In quiet strength, we choose our way,
To share or keep our words at bay.
For not all hearts are bound to spill,
Their deepest dreams against their will.

So let us honor each one's part,
The silent tongue, the speaking heart.
For in this world, we all must be,
The authors of our own decree.