She was divine
but carried a pain no one saw.
Her smile, always too wide,
too bright,
hid a loneliness that nobody noticed.
To the world, she seemed happy,
but inside, she was breaking, piece by piece.
At night, she cried,
in silence,
when no one was there to hear her.
Her heart was heavy,
but she kept it all to herself,
facing a world that never really cared.
In those moments, she turned to him—
Lord Shiva.
She didn’t need words;
just his name was enough.
Her protector,
her soul’s father,
the one who would listen,
when no one else did.
She’d pour out her pain to him,
and though she couldn’t see him,
she felt him there.
With him, the world didn’t feel so heavy.
His presence was enough
to make everything seem okay again.
When everything else failed,
he never did.
He believed in her,
even when she couldn’t believe in herself.
He saw her beauty,
not the brokenness the world saw.
He knew her worth,
when no one else did.
With him, she was never alone.
In his eyes,
she was whole again.
A soul deserving of peace,
of love,
of everything.

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