I Carry

This poem, about the burdens women carry, has resonated with many readers and has been widely shared online.

By Bishnu Kumar Published 4 months ago • 1 min read

I carry whispers, hushed and cold. A tapestry of secrets was told. They knot my throat like a tangled thread, words unsaid, wishes held unfed.

I carry scars, like silver seams. Etched in memories are forgotten dreams. They map the battles fought within, A testament to where I've been.

I carry laughter, light and warm; sunbeams dancing, shielding from the storm. They echo joy with a vibrant hue, proof that hope and beauty bloom anew.

I carry strength, a hidden well, A fire is so fierce, no words can tell. It whispers power, deep and bold. The story has yet to be unfolded.

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