Echoes of Time
In the realm where time unfurls its wings,
A melody of moments softly sings.
With each fleeting breath, a tale is told,
Of memories cherished, and stories of old.
Like grains of sand slipping through our hands,
Time dances onwards, as destiny commands.
Its gentle whispers echo through the years,
Leaving trails of joy, and trails of tears.
In the cradle of youth, we once stood,
Innocence gleaming, dreams understood.
Days stretched endlessly, a limitless expanse,
We laughed, we played, in life’s wondrous dance.
But behold, how swiftly the seasons turn,
The fiery sunsets and lessons learned.
For time is a river, ceaselessly flowing,
Carrying our hopes, where dreams are growing.
The faces we held, so dear and true,
Now etched in memories, fading from view.
With every tick of the clock’s steadfast hand,
We realize the ephemeral nature of this grand plan.
Oh, how we yearn to pause the hands of fate,
To savor each moment before it’s too late.
But time, a relentless force, marches on,
Leaving footprints of love, and moments now gone.
Through joys and sorrows, laughter and pain,
Time weaves its tapestry, leaving a stain.
It teaches us lessons, both bitter and sweet,
Molding our hearts in its rhythmic beat.
So let us cherish each breath that we take,
For time’s tender touch, no soul can forsake.
Embrace the beauty of life’s fleeting rhyme,
And let love be our solace, throughout the passage of time.
By: Vyomi Shah
