Still Searching
By Shyamal Mondal

I search for light on every road,
Walking quietly through shadows and load.
Knocking on fate’s door again and again,
Only silence answers — wrapped in pain.

Days pass chasing a distant call,
Dreams turn to ashes, hopes feel small.
Pockets empty, heart worn thin,
Yet a voice inside says, “Don’t give in.”

I see others rise while I stand still,
Climbing ladders I wish I could fill.
Each “No” I hear cuts like a knife,
But still, I breathe and fight for life.

I polish my words, reshape my name,
Send out my worth in a quiet flame.
The world seems blind, or deaf, or cold,
But I carry on, silently bold.

In my mirror lives a tired face,
But in those eyes—fire, not disgrace.
I’ve learned to lose and rise again,
To find some strength within the pain.

Hope doesn’t shout, it softly sings,
Of second chances and hidden wings.
Someday a hand will reach for mine,
And stars will show a different sign.

So I won’t quit, not today, not now,
I’ll wear my scars and raise my brow.
For work may hide, but I still grow,
And storms can’t drown the seeds I sow.