Elimination walks with time, a silent, patient guide,
a whisper in our footsteps, a truth we cannot hide.
We bloom for a moment, then fade like dusk to night,
yet cling to every heartbeat as if we own the light.
Among trillions, a few are spared by destiny's gentle hand,
chosen by the Almighty to outlive what others withstand.
But most must bow to the cycle where all returns to dust,
for life is but a passage, and surrender is a trust.
The more we hold the fleeting, the deeper grows our ache,
for nothing stays unbroken in this world where all must break.
So walk with grace, not fear, through this fragile earthly span—
for life is not in lasting dear 'Asim', so touch hearts if you can.
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