
It too Shall Pass
By Riya Panghal
In the process to heal
I long damages
Recovering from rains
It floods one day
The arranged gets ruined
The merries are mourned
Waves persist
Hopes resist
“it too shall pass” they say
I pat the grave to dead
Maybe’s held high
Eternal grief promises to stay
“It too shall pass” they say
The spaces refuse to fill
The glass of evening elixir
Aint enough to escape
What I didn’t forget made me ill
Cold feet
Faint nerves
Still heart
Leaned into remembering
I passed
And “it too shall pass”

Riya Panghal is a student of History, Political Science and Psychology from Haryana, India, and an emerging writer interested in the intersections of literature, politics, and contemporary society. Her work moves through themes of censorship, nationalism, gender, memory, and the emotional atmosphere of modern life. She writes poetry, essays, and cultural criticism that often explore unrest, identity, silence, and the psychological impact of political realities. Drawn to writing that confronts discomfort and urgency, she is particularly interested in how language records fear, resistance, and collective anxiety