Poem - " Echoes in the Dust"

This room once breathed with voices bright,

Now holds its silence, void of light.

The walls remember laughter’s grace,

Now shadows dance in its empty space.

The windows strain to let light through,

But haze and grime distort the view.

As if the world outside moved on,

While this old shell just waits, withdrawn.

We ran through days with open arms,

Shared whispered dreams and childhood charms.

But clocks and screens, and work and race,

Stole time, stole smiles from every face.

Now echoes haunt the hollow floor,

Where footsteps played in days before.

The dust collects like unmet eyes,

Like calls ignored and unsaid goodbyes.

Oh, how we trade our gold for grey,

Lose touch with those who lit our way.

We chase and build, we climb and try,

Yet leave our hearts to starve and dry.

And still this room, this ghost of then,

Waits patiently to feel again—

A laugh, a touch, a breath, a name…

The warmth that work could never claim.