In fields where whispers blend with sighs,
An intellect blooms beneath the wide skies,
Thoughts like shadows stretch long in the dusk,
While silence settles, heavy as husk.

The mind, a labyrinth of dreams unspun,
Wanders through memories of laughter and sun,
Yet every echo fades in the still air,
Leaving a heart with burdens to bear.

Among the rustle of leaves and the call of the night,
A brilliance trapped, longing for light,
In the beauty of solitude, wisdom entwines,
But the ache of connection forever defines.

DC Misra