A heart is like a fragile flower,
Blossoming in the warmest hours,
It blooms with love and tender care,
And flourishes when others share.
But sometimes storms may come and go,
And winds of change may fiercely blow,
The petals wilt, the colors fade,
And darkness may pervade.
Yet even in the deepest night,
The heart may still find its own light,
A spark that flickers, shines so bright,
And guides it through the darkest plight.
For in the heart there is a fire,
A flame that never will expire,
It burns with hope and courage true,
And makes the heart beat anew.
So let us cherish every heart,
And play our own unique part,
To nurture, love and care for all,
And hear their gentle call.
For when our hearts beat as one,
A world of beauty is begun,
And all the pain and strife will cease,
In a world of love and peace.
©️ Ayush Agarwal
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