Philosophical & Reflective Poem by ashok jadhav
Philosophical & Reflective
We chase the hours as though they were our own,
Yet time slips soft through fingers unprepared;
The seeds we sow are neither ours nor grown,
And life weighs heavy with the things we've dared.
Each choice a shadow stretching from the past,
Each step a question tracing lines unseen;
We learn that nothing truly stays to last—
Yet find in fleeting hours what might have been.
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