Unheard
written by: Varun Anand Bhat
@VarunBhat22
A sunny day it was,
Happiness I felt.
I sat at my desk,
And with my thoughts, I dealt.
The paper was blank,
It had nothing to read.
It was plain and empty,
Waiting for me to bleed.
Soon, I began writing,
About my loneliness.
Even the paper cried as I wrote,
But the world called it madness.
This makes me wonder,
Is the world dark?
If no one hears me,
How will I make a mark?
Now that I think,
There is so much to seek.
I have so much to say,
But no one to speak.
Varun Anand Bhat is currently pursuing his Masters in Journalism and Mass Communication. Along with his studies, Varun also works as a journalist and has bylines on some of the most reputed media houses around the world. When Varun was a young kid, his parents, especially his mother, introduced him to books and built the habit of reading. This habit he got from his mother became a major part of his life as Varun decided at a young age he wanted to become a writer. While Varun appreciates many writers, his favorite writers are Ruskin Bond and Fyodor Dostoevsky. Through his work in writing and journalism, Varun hopes to contribute to the growth of literature in his country India, and around the world. When Varun is not reading or writing, you can find him spending time with family and friends, watching his favorite sports, and also completing his college assignments.
