A QUITE FRIEND
In the stillness of solitude, where words seem to fail,
A quiet friend emerges, in whispers of a tale.
English may be shy, but the heart finds a way,
To express its depths, in verse, it shall sway.
Through the dance of metaphors and gentle rhymes,
A shyari blossoms, weaving emotions over time.
In the realm of language, it tiptoes with grace,
Painting vivid pictures, creating its own space.
Like a moonbeam's touch on a tranquil night,
It unveils sentiments hidden, shining ever so bright.
In subtle cadence, it captures the unsaid,
A silent companion, through words finely spread.
Where conversation falters, it finds its retreat,
In the ink-stained pages, where feelings find their seat.
With every line penned, it whispers a secret,
Embracing silence, its elegance replete.
So cherish the friend who speaks without sound,
Whose verses in stillness, in richness, abound.
For in the hush of moments, where voices reside,
