While The Hour Still Breathes Poem by ashok jadhav

Carpe Diem Poem: While the Hour Still Breathes
The morning slips through open hands,
A soft gold promise, barely stayed;
The rose that bloomed at break of dawn
By dusk will sigh and start to fade.
Time walks lightly, yet it wins,
It steals in silence, not in sound;
The laugh you save for some far day
Falls wasted, never to be found.
So drink the warmth of present light,
Before the sun forgets your name;
The flame that waits for "later on"
May never learn how to be flame.
Touch love now, speak the words you hoard,
Let joy be lived, not stored in fear;
For life is but a passing guest—
And now is all it offers here.