Stress: A Fleeting Visitor

By Neha Methwani

In the sanctuary of serenity, where worries fade,

A life unfolds, in tranquility's shade.

For hard work, a silent promise made,

A path where burdens gently cascade.

Efforts, like whispers in the wind, they rise,

Controlled, yet free from outcome's ties.

Mental energy spared, for the soul to prize,

In the pursuit of dreams, where happiness lies.

Focused, with each step, each stride,

Best efforts given, no room for pride.

Detached from the fruits, yet satisfied,

In the journey of purpose, find joy to abide.

Willpower, the captain of senses' ship,

Steering through temptations with a steady grip.

Clarity sought, in wisdom's well to dip,

In the quest for peace, let illusions slip.

Underneath the moon's soft glow,

Dance with abandon, let spirits flow.

In sleep's embrace, dreams unfold,

Visions of tomorrow, in the night's hold.

Cheerful hearts, like birds in delight,

Fear's shadows chased, by love's pure light.

Stress, a fleeting visitor, takes its flight,

In the realm of happiness, where all is right.

Deserve not the burden of distress,

For joy's embrace, a sweet caress.

In forgiveness, find freedom's dress,

In forgetting, life's true grace to express.

By Neha Methwani