Entrusted Poem by ashok jadhav

Into our hands are fragile moments placed,
Not owned by us, yet given for our care;
Brief sparks of time that must not go to waste,
But shaped by thought, by courage, and by prayer.
We guard the dreams another dared to give,
The tender hopes too young to stand alone;
In how we choose to act, to speak, to live,
The worth of what's entrusted will be shown.
No trust is small when measured by its cost,
For neglect steals more than open wrong;
What once is broken may be wholly lost,
While faith kept whole grows quietly strong.
O hearts made stewards, mindful, just, and true,
Prove worthy of what life has trusted you.