Voice Against The Void Poem by ashok jadhav

I shout into the night,
my words scattering like leaves
across a vast and empty sky.
The stars do not answer;
the wind does not carry my grief.
Every plea I send rises,
then falls, unheard, unclaimed,
as if the universe itself
has learned to ignore the heart.
I am small in this silence,
a single flame trembling in endless dark,
and the weight of my sorrow
echoes only against itself.
Yet still I cry,
because even the void cannot erase
the need to be known,
the stubborn insistence
that pain deserves to be named.
The universe remains silent,
but my voice endures—
a fragile rebellion
against absence and indifference.