Samarth Varshney

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The Poet

In quiet corners where whispers reside,
There dwells a soul with dreams untied.
A pen in hand, thoughts take flight,
Crafting worlds in black and white.

He dances with words in twilight's embrace,
Finding beauty in the simplest space.
Each line a melody, each verse a song,
In the heart of silence, where he belongs.

He sees the world through a lens so rare,
With a gaze that's gentle, a mind laid bare.
In the rustle of leaves, the murmurs of night,
He finds his muse, his guiding light.

The poet wanders through fields of gold,
His stories, in whispers, softly told.
In every heartbeat, every breath,
He weaves tales of life and death.

With ink as his compass, he journeys afar,
Tracing the paths of the moon and the stars.
In laughter and tears, in joy and strife,
He captures the essence of human life.

A bridge to the unseen, the unknown,
In verses woven, his truth is shown.
He lingers in shadows, yet steps into light,
Illuminating the dark with his insight.

In the cadence of waves, the hush of the sea,
He finds the rhythm of his poetry.
With each word a promise, a wish cast,
He binds the present with the past.

The poet speaks in a tongue so true,
In lines that feel like morning dew.
His voice, a whisper in the wind,
A timeless song that has no end.

For in his heart, a garden grows,
With flowers of thought, in endless rows.
And as he writes, the world stands still,
Lost in the magic of his quill.

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