What began as hope
Slowly melted into a long struggle,
And after much effort,
My spirit settled into loss.
Though I ended with nothing,
The process itself brought comfort.
I gathered the pieces once again
And tried to build anew.
So here I stand again,
Rising above,
Breathing beyond the rubble,
Believing it is still not the end.
© Piyush Singh 2025
Happy New Year
The Perceptions Square 