Don’t Lose Your Light

They praised your age with playful eyes,

Said thirty, forty, fifty shines—

You smiled, believing love had bloomed,

But shadows danced behind the lines.

They come with sugar on their tongues,

With words that warm and hands that chill,

But when the mask begins to slip,

They leave you hollow, cold, and still.

Not every woman wears her grace,

By hiding skin or chasing fame,

But some sell more than just their soul,

And leave behind a bitter name.

With photos posed and hearts for sale,

They rake in likes, they chase the gold,

Yet silence screams behind the screens,

Where real love never dares to hold.

Dear sister, strong and full of fire,

Your worth is more than fleeting praise,

Don't trade your tears for someone’s thrill,

Don’t dim your light for passing gaze.

The ones who smiled and called you “Queen,”

May vanish when your skies turn grey—

No hand to hold, no word to soothe,

No one to keep the dark at bay.

They won’t recall the meals you made,

The warmth you gave on fevered nights,

They’ll count your flaws, not what you gave,

They’ll miss the truth but count the fights.

So when love knocks in borrowed tones,

And begs you just to “feel alive,”

Pause—ask if love would truly stay,

When storms arrive, would it survive?

Live with strength, and hold your pride,

Not in silence, not in shame—

You don’t need someone else to rise,

You don’t need fire to prove your flame.

Let not the world define your grace,

With shallow hearts or soulless eyes,

Stand tall, be kind, and walk with faith—

For karma sees through every guise.

And when the journey nears its close,

Let peace be all you truly keep,

A soul that gave, but never begged—

A heart that loved, but loved so deep.