Our Life
A Poem

Life feels like a passing dream,
moving fast, like water in a stream —
through the dark and through the light,
through quiet days and sleepless nights.

It slips through cracks of joy and pain,
like sunlight cutting through the rain.
Each moment comes, then fades away,
like something borrowed for a day.

And when it ends, we won’t hold on —
the dream will fade, the soul moves on.
Maybe we’re here to learn, to grow,
then leave behind what we now know.

- Vasu Gangapalli