"How are you?" you ask, a simple phrase,
Yet it carries worlds in a delicate embrace.
It's a balm for wounds hidden deep,
A whisper that stirs hearts from sleep.

In your words, a gentle quest,
Seeking to know, to understand, to bless.
Beneath the surface, where shadows reside,
Your care finds the places where sorrow hides.

It's more than words, it's love's pure art,
A tender bridge from heart to heart.
In the echo of your sincere plea,
I find the strength to just be me.
© Nidhi30