Divine Gift Poem by Archana Das

In fleeting moments we find our fate,
A life so short, yet oh what weight.
We must seize each instant with zeal and fire,
Chasing dreams that our hearts desire.

With purpose grand, we make our stand,
Making ripples across this promised land.
Touching millions, leaving our mark,
A legacy that time won't embark.

For lives transformed by love and care,
Abundance flows, and hope is shared.
Our existence, a gift divine,
Worth living for others, a love sublime.