By Asma Purewal

I am but a fleeting grain,
A tiny atom, leaving a subtle stain.
My presence whispers like a shadow's hint,
A brief moment's pause, before I'm lost in the wind.

While I'm here, I'll leave a few words behind,
Etched in memories, like a mind's design.
My mother's embrace, my father's voice now sleep,
Deep in the past, where love and memories creep.

Like birth and death, life simply unfolds,
Time waits for none, its passage a blurred gold.
We choose to exist, or carve our own way,
Through the mist of life, night and day.

We pray to God to reveal the Divine plan,
Seek truth as best we can, with heart and raised hands.
We fight our dragons, big or small,
A lifelong passion, through it all.

Like a grasshopper jumping out of its jar,
We break free from resistance, and reach for the stars.
This is life's essence, amidst joy and strife,
A fleeting moment, a brief, shining life.