Human Smallness In The Universe Poem by ashok jadhav

Beneath the endless vault of starlit skies,
My heartbeat whispers soft against the night;
A fleeting spark that dares to seek, to rise,
Yet dwarfed by cosmic rivers of pure light.
The galaxies spin in eternal grace,
Unmoved by dreams, by sorrow, or by praise;
I stand alone within this boundless space,
A fleeting thought within the timeless maze.
And yet, within my small and fragile frame,
I feel the awe that makes the spirit swell;
Though tiny, I can wonder, hope, and name
The mysteries no mind can fully tell.
To be so small is not to be erased,
But to exist in wonder, fully traced.