He smiles in crowds to hide the ache,
A storm inside he can’t let break.
He carries silence every day,
Like loads no child should lift that way.
He says, “I’m fine,” with practiced art
But truth beats louder in his heart.
At night, he fights the tears that rise
A battle won beneath the skies.
He walks through days in borrowed light.
Still holding dreams that feel too tight.
He learns to stand when voices fade.
A bravery no praise has made.
For though his world feels heavy, cold,
He carries hope he’s yet to hold.
And through the dark, he learns to see
The faintest spark of who he’ll be.
This was written by our contributing writer, Habibul Bashar.
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