
In the vast expanse of time and space,
Each of us holds a unique place.
With pen in hand, we start to write,
Our own stories, day and night.
No one can dictate our tale,
Through stormy seas or gentle gale.
We chart the course, we steer the ship,
We decide the journey, the path we grip.
Each morning brings a blank new page,
An open book, a fresh stage.
With every choice, with every turn,
Life’s lessons we begin to learn.
Some days are bright, with skies so blue,
Others grey, with rain in view.
But through it all, we find our way,
In darkness deep or light of day.
Mistakes may come, and stumbles too,
Yet each one shapes a clearer view.
We fall, we rise, we laugh, we cry,
Under the endless, open sky.
Weβre not bound by othersβ plans,
Not confined by their demands.
Weβre the authors, weβre the guide,
In this journey far and wide.
So take your pen and start anew,
Write the tale thatβs truly you.
For in this life, your scriptβs your own,
A masterpiece thatβs yours alone.
@nandasagec Manisha Nandan
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