Shards
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Some wounds don't bleed. They echo. In this haunting collection of poetic fragments, Banapsha gathers the broken pieces of silence, grief, and longing-and holds them to the light. Each page is a shard: sharp, delicate, and aching with truth. From invisible chains to hollow laughter, from ghost love to fractured dawns, these verses speak for the souls who vanish quietly, scream inwardly, and carry beauty in their brokenness. Shards is not a cry for help-it's a symphony of survival. Raw, lyrical, and unflinchingly honest, this book is for anyone who has ever felt unseen, unheard, or undone. You ...
Some wounds don't bleed. They echo. In this haunting collection of poetic fragments, Banapsha gathers the broken pieces of silence, grief, and longing-and holds them to the light. Each page is a shard: sharp, delicate, and aching with truth. From invisible chains to hollow laughter, from ghost love to fractured dawns, these verses speak for the souls who vanish quietly, scream inwardly, and carry beauty in their brokenness. Shards is not a cry for help-it's a symphony of survival. Raw, lyrical, and unflinchingly honest, this book is for anyone who has ever felt unseen, unheard, or undone. You are not alone in the dark. These pages remember you.
