White For me, literature is more than mere words, | English कविता

"White For me, literature is more than mere words, It's the song of the stars in a sky undisturbed. A sanctuary where thoughts can roam, And every page feels like coming home. It’s the echo of hearts that have long ceased to beat, Yet their whispers still dance in lines, soft and sweet. In poetry, prose, and tales untold, I find warmth in its arms, more precious than gold. Through its verses, I travel far, To lands unknown, beneath every star. For me, it’s not a lesson to learn or teach, But a boundless sea, just within reach. ©samandar Speaks"

White For me, literature is more than mere words,
It's the song of the stars in a sky undisturbed.
A sanctuary where thoughts can roam,
And every page feels like coming home.

It’s the echo of hearts that have long ceased to beat,
Yet their whispers still dance in lines, soft and sweet.
In poetry, prose, and tales untold,
I find warmth in its arms, more precious than gold.

Through its verses, I travel far,
To lands unknown, beneath every star.
For me, it’s not a lesson to learn or teach,
But a boundless sea, just within reach.

©samandar Speaks

samandar Speaks

White For me, literature is more than mere words, It's the song of the stars in a sky undisturbed. A sanctuary where thoughts can roam, And every page feels like coming home. It’s the echo of hearts that have long ceased to beat, Yet their whispers still dance in lines, soft and sweet. In poetry, prose, and tales untold, I find warmth in its arms, more precious than gold. Through its verses, I travel far, To lands unknown, beneath every star. For me, it’s not a lesson to learn or teach, But a boundless sea, just within reach. ©samandar Speaks