Uncertainty Poem by Sumita Jetley

'Ki dam daa bharosaa yaar,
Dam aave naa aaIn a city alive with endless noise,
On a rooftop high above the chaos,
Ayaan sat, his thoughts unwound,
Lost in silence, no answers found.

A candle flickered on a nearby table,
Its flame unshaken, calm yet unstable.
And beside it, draped in a shawl,
Sat a stranger, wise, weathered, tall.

"Do you see it? " the man softly said,
His eyes on the flame, gently fed.
"The candle burns with no tomorrow,
No promises, no fears, no sorrow."

Ayaan paused, unsure, intrigued,
"What do you mean? " he finally plead.
The man smiled, a knowing glow,
"Beta, trust the breath you hold and grow.

Life's flame burns now, not some distant when,
Not in the plans of ‘if' or ‘then.'
Dam aave naa aave, who can say?
But this moment? Yours. Don't look away."

The words hung heavy, a gentle balm,
The candle danced in flickering calm.
Ayaan watched, his heart awake,
A lesson learned he couldn't shake.

The man rose, his shawl drawn tight,
Merging into the Delhi night.
But his words stayed, etched and clear,
Ayaan heard them in the candle's cheer.

"Breathe your moment, burn like the flame,
Live now, for now, no need for shame."

Ki dam daa bharosaa yaar,
Dam aave naa aave…
But this breath? This moment?
It's the only one you save.