Unbroken

My little hope refuses to die.

Even the heaviest sorrow,

That arrived bearing ruin failed to shatter my spirit.

Venomous serpents perished by their own poison,

Yet my immortal core remained untouched.

I stood alone—unafraid,

My spirit held high, my heart resolute,

Unyielding, untrained in surrender.

The resilience I inherited from my mother

Guides me through every storm and disaster.

My enemies, once fierce,

Now bend to their knees with tear-filled eyes.

I forgive them all—

Those insignificant souls,

So easily flawed,

Adorning their follies like ornaments.

Ignorant, insensitive,

They stumble through existence,

Never learning

What it truly means to be alive.

Dr. Mallika Tripathi