The Shadows We Chase Poem by AFFAQ NABI

Beloved, fall not for false splendor's gleam,
Life you chase is but the moon's tender beam
Which fades away, a brief and breifest dream,
Bound fast to time, it slips away as tender leaf.
Like seasons tossed by winds fierce and mild,
Hope and despair, like flowers bloom then fall,
A joy is born, still teardrops stay beguiled,
And death's bitter breath answers every call.
A candle's flame, it drips, wanes each hour,
Each spark a thought, but vanishes soon,
Till all the wax is spent, consumed by power,
See, how it burns, while oil does feed the tune.
Thus live with care, let splendor light your way,
Gear up for end, night overtakes the day.