Fleeting Life Poem by ashok jadhav

Fleeting life drifts past like morning mist,
A fragile light that vanishes too soon;
Its beauty held in moments we have kissed,
Then gone, like echoes fading from the moon.
We chase its shadow, grasp at passing hours,
As time unrolls its ever-silent scroll;
Each day a gift, yet fragile as a flower,
Each heartbeat writes the story of the soul.
Though brief, its span can teach the heart to see
The worth in love, in laughter, and in tears;
To treasure all that passes temporarily,
And gather meaning from the fleeting years.
So let us live with courage, hope, and grace,
For life is swift, yet leaves a tender trace.