A daily reading from One Poem Only—a quiet space for a single poem, read aloud.

Still, something Aditya Gupta I stopped praying long ago. The gods grew tired of my voice, or maybe I just grew tired of asking for things that never came.
My wallet’s thin, my dreams thinner a handful of words no one cared to read.
Even my parents’ eyeslook at me like unfinished work,a draft they wish they could rewrite.
And love,she always leavesbefore the song begins.I’ve learned the sound of silencethat follows a “maybe next time.”
But sometimes,in the middle of all that noise,a small thought humsthat maybe I’m still herefor a reason I don’t yet know.
Maybe the words I failed to write are still forming inside me.Maybe faithis not about believing in God,but believingthat the broken can still be beautiful.
And maybe one day,someone will see menot as a failure,but as a boy who kept tryingto love the worldeven when it forgot his name.

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