समाचार
When trust is whole, it breathes like dawn,
A quiet light the heart leans on;
Soft as the moon in silver grace,
It paints a calm on every face.
In whispered bonds and unseen thread,
In words once meant and gently said,
Love finds a home, emotions grow,
Attachments bloom in tender flow.
But when that fragile thread is torn,
A silent night replaces morn;
No echo lingers, warm or true,
Just hollow skies of darkest blue.
For trust once shattered leaves behind
A barren field within the mind;
No love remains, no feelings stay,
All gentle warmth has drained away.
The moon that once was full and bright
Now fractures in the grieving night;
Its silver face in pieces lies,
Scattered across the wounded skies.
Desires flicker, faint and cold,
Like dying embers losing hold;
What once was fire, alive and strong,
Now fades to ash, where none belong.
The stars collapse, their stories cease,
The cosmos breaks, deprived of peace;
A universe once vast and true
Now crumbles in a fractured view.
For trust is more than words we keep
It is the soul’s unguarded leap;
And when it breaks, so does the art
Of holding close another heart.
Anil Kumar Mishra, India
