In the silent room where stories once flowed, a writer's life remains etched in ink and solitude. This poem is a tribute to the unspoken sacrifices of storytellers—those who weave worlds and leave pieces of themselves within their words. It captures the haunting beauty of dedication, creativity, and the quiet passing of a life devoted to art.

Passing the graveyard, silence hovers, a presence loud in its quietude, urging reflection. Each headstone tells an unfinished story—dreams pursued, words left unsaid and lives fleeting as shadows in the sun. This poem meditates on mortality and the precious moments in between, asking: What will your echo be when silence falls?"