Lekhny composition -20-Jul-2023
In the realm where moments dwell,
A precious treasure none can sell,
There stands a force, profound, sublime,
The essence of life's precious prime.
It's Time, the guardian of the day,
The whispering wind, the stars' array,
An endless river, ceaseless flow,
Through highs and lows, it helps us grow.
With every tick, a chance is given,
To paint our dreams, to be forgiven,
Yet fleeting, like a morning mist,
It waits for none, nor can it resist.
Within its grasp, we find our fate,
A tapestry we intricately create,
Each stitch, a choice, a cherished chance,
To dance with joy or learn to advance.
For when we waste this gift divine,
Regret becomes a bitter wine,
We ponder on what might have been,
And long for chances we have seen.
So let us seize each passing hour,
Empower dreams, like petals, flower,
With purpose, cherish every day,
In its embrace, let's find our way.
For time is more than hands on clocks,
It's life's orchestra, a paradox,
A finite gift we must embrace,
In this grand symphony of grace.
With gratitude, we'll come to find,
The value of time, deeply defined,
An endless well of moments, true,
A treasure trove for me and you.
RISHITA
26-Jul-2023 09:28 AM
Nice
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Raghuveer Sharma
22-Jul-2023 12:32 AM
nice mam
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Abhinav ji
21-Jul-2023 09:32 AM
Very nice 👍
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