Through Lessons Poem by ashok jadhav

Through lessons written not in ink but time,
The heart was schooled by trial, loss, and delay;
Each hour refined what hope once thought a crime,
Each silence taught what words could never say.
No teacher stood with answers neatly drawn,
No final page declared the meaning clear;
Understanding grew from nights till dawn,
From standing still while futures disappeared.
Through lessons earned by falling, not by choice,
Ambition learned to soften, not to flee;
The self found strength in learning how to voice
Acceptance where it once cried endlessly.
So wisdom rose from paths the soul had crossed—
Through lessons paid for fully, line by loss.