Echoes Of Attachment

By Neha Methwani

The bond between the two, set to grow stronger,

Beautiful at first, wished it could last longer.

Like a fool chasing fleeting happiness,

Abandoning own feelings, creating emptiness,

Forgotten worth, once soaring high,

Lost in attachment, Where I’ve lost my sound.

Alone, broken, made a mere toy,

That phase of silence must not be found.

With fire of flashbacks and random sparks of memories,

Draining all energy, flowing into his reveries.

Now, it's time to bid farewell and rise above,

Believe in the Lord, cherish the beauty of love.

By Neha Methwani