I Trust Poem by Prabalta Rijal

I trust not the fickle heart of man,
For man, like shadows, fades away.
I trust not death's relentless hand—
For forms are born to shift and sway.
Life's pulse flows through each fleeting mask;
Beneath this guise, the truth endures.

I trust not failure's bitter task—
Each fall, a step to worlds obscure.
Beyond the limits time may lend,
Our paths converge, break, and blend.
In realms unseen, new futures lie,
Where fractured dreams ignite the sky.

Possibility's boundless stream,
A spark, a flame, a distant gleam.
I trust the path that wanders on,
In faith, reborn when trust is gone.