Silent Language of Souls
Crystalline droplets, born of joy and pain,
cascading down cheeks like gentle rain.
A salty essence of our deepest core,
tears speak volumes when words are poor.
In laughter's wake, they sparkle bright,
in sorrow's grip, they fall by night.
Cleansing rivers of emotion flow,
washing away what we can't let go.
They blur our vision, yet help us see
the truth within, setting feelings free.
A universal tongue, understood by all,
tears rise unbidden, heed their call.
From first cry to final breath,
in love, in loss, in life and death,
These liquid jewels, so small yet strong,
tell our story as we move along.
So let them fall, these pearls of might,
for in their wake, our hearts grow light.
A silent language of the soul,
tears make us broken, yet make us whole.
-Riddhima Das
Riddhima is a rising ninth grader from the Seattle area. She writes poetry and songs in four languages - primarily in Bengali. Riddhima plays multiple instruments and sings; her favorite genre of music is Rabindra Sangeet. Aside from music, Riddhima enjoys running and has run over 2600 logged miles - she primarily runs in the early morning, especially in rainy weather (and has also twisted her ankles over 150 times). She also enjoys learning languages and teaching students.
コメント