What is in these tears
that write poems?
What is in these tears that strive to express
things beautifully?
What is in these tears
that these passing years have been trying to accumulate?
What is in the feelings of attachment
that puts you in a state and also encourages you to uplift yourself?
What is in attachment?
Without having any attachment,
aren't you also always appearing?
Earlier, it was you.
Today, it is you.
Won't you be there with me?
A glance of sorrow holds the pearls of pleading life..
The attachment seems to be something more now. Is it?
©shivpoetesspriya