At Peace With The Hour Poem by ashok jadhav

Carpe Diem Poem: At Peace with the Hour
I do not wrestle with the wind,
Nor curse the path my steps must take;
The tide will turn, the night will fall,
No vow of mine can make it break.
Yet knowing this, I choose to live
With open hands, not clenched in dread;
For fate may write the final line,
But not the way the day is read.
I drink the light while it is poured,
I love though loss is surely due;
Acceptance is not standing still—
It is daring joy while time is true.
Since fate will claim what must be claimed,
I answer not with mute retreat,
But seize the hour it leaves me now,
And walk its limits, unafraid and sweet.