Whispers of the Ordinary

In crowded rooms where voices blend,

The hum of life is just a trend,

Yet hidden tales in whispers pass,

A world of secrets in the glass.

A fleeting word, a half-heard song,

In murmured fragments, lives prolong,

Strangers’ stories weave through air,

In stolen moments, truths laid bare.

Fragments of love, a hint of sorrow,

In quiet corners, time will borrow,

In these hushed echoes, thoughts are sought.

We overhear the lives unknown,

In transient sounds, our hearts are shown,

The heart of life finds its way.