The Illusion Of Permanence Poem by ashok jadhav
The Illusion Of Permanence
Stone walls endure, yet crumble with the years,
The strongest oak will bend and fall at last;
All we hold dear dissolves in time's arrears,
A fleeting shadow of the present cast.
Love, wealth, and power seem steadfast and grand,
Yet winds of change erode their gilded frame;
The river claims the castles built by hand—
And all we call eternal is a name.
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