Winter Secrets Poem by Dhruvikumari Sharma

In Winter
all the songs
drift above the trees,
while my poems
lie below my pillow.
Each word gathers,
assembling on the page—
while my feelings scatter,
hidden in my heart.

I pen down tears
that reach my eyes
without tracing maps
along my cheeks.
The world sees
the smiles I show,
but my poems know
the quiet truths
I keep inside.

In winter's darkest evenings,
between these quiet walls,
beneath my pillow—
lie the secrets
I've never told.