Poem " Whisper of a miracle "

 You Taught Me All A tribute to the silent architects of who we’ve become When we stepped onto the campus for the first time—with hesitant steps, curious eyes, and a thousand questions—we didn’t know then that we were walking into a lifelong transformation. We came to learn subjects. But we left having learned life. You taught me all. Not just equations, diagrams, or codes. You taught me patience, when concepts didn’t click right away. You taught me resilience, when exams overwhelmed me. You taught me to think, question, and grow. You showed me that success is not a straight line—it’s a series of stumbles, retries, and breakthroughs. In your chalk-stained sleeves and late-night feedback, In the stories you shared and the silences you respected, You mentored not just our minds—but our hearts and hopes. Our mentors weren’t always confined to classrooms. Sometimes, they were seniors who stayed back to help. Sometimes, they were hostel wardens who knew when we needed a quiet nudge. And...

  A hush fell soft on morning's breath, The sky still painted dreams of night- Yet in the silence, bloomed a spark, A trembling thread of silver light. No trumpets roared, no thunder spoke, No grand parade, no echoed cheer, Just something small, so strangely bold- A single heartbeat drawing near. A seed that split the stubborn stone, A tear that turned to glistening rain, A stranger's hand, a lanther's glow, A whispered name through deepest pain. It's not the fire that rends the sky, But embers dancing in the cloud, Not mountains moved, but softened eyes, And kindness shaped in hands grown old. A miracle is not a storm - It is the stillness when we break, The breathe we find when hope has flown The drawn that climbs a shattered wake. So look not far, but close, and deep- In every wound and quiet plea, Miracles come not to be seen, But to remind us how to be.                      ~ " Whisper of a miracle " challenges the id...