“Enisoor” — A Name Like a Whisper
In a world of noise and hurried pace,
There walks a name with gentle grace.
Enis, the friend, a soul sincere,
A quiet strength, a presence near.
Oor, the ear, both sharp and kind,
A symbol of a listening mind.
Together formed — not by mere chance —
But by the rhythm of circumstance.
A name that speaks without a sound,
Of empathy, so softly bound.
A friend who hears the heart’s unrest,
Who holds your silence like a guest.
So if you find him on your shore,
Know this: he’s more than just a name —
Enisoor — a listening flame,
A gentle echo evermore.
© E n i s ∞ r
Everything you give a name has a right to exist, before you know it it takes on a life of its own like a ghost.
