poetry

Jataka Bandi

Colors in Motion

The bee, enchanted by sweet delight,
Did it forget its soaring flight?
The butterfly, drawn to hues so bright,
Did it lose its path in golden light?

The day won’t pause to mark its grace,
It moves with time, a fleeting chase.
Life paints the canvas, bold and true—
Why wait for color to come to you?
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Spark in time

Beauty must light the spark in our eyes,
Where laughter resounds, and humor flies.
Amid the dance of autumn’s leaves,
A fleeting grace our heart retrieves.

Through time’s vast realm, we pilgrims roam,
Each step a journey, each moment home.
Let us not forget, as days unwind,
The splendor etched in life’s design.
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Life race

In the race to live, we leave life behind,
Chasing shadows, to purpose confined.
Good or bad of companions fade,
In life’s mirror, fleetingly displayed.

What matters not is the wealth amassed,
For treasures of spirit alone will last.
Pursue your goals, but pause to see,
The beauty woven in life’s journey.
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