"Whispers of Time"
Moments play, then vanish unseen,
Bringing joy, sorrow, in between.
Felt or hidden, they hold our story,
Guiding us onward, whispering glory.
Ocean of life, or empty cup,
Moments rule us, never give up.
Smiling faces, they bring us light,
Holding happiness and darkest night.
Seen or unseen, they witness all,
A king's grandeur, or a pauper's fall.
Forever lasting, their purpose holds true,
Lessons to learn, for me and you.
©Santosh Jangam
#poem The poem teaches us to cherish and make the most of every moment, as they are fleeting yet hold immense power to shape our lives.
