Ode To The Script Of Life Poem by ashok jadhav

O Script of Life, unwritten yet begun,
You move with days that never quite repeat;
Each dawn adds lines the setting sun has spun,
In ink of choice, of chance, of loss, of meet.
No single hand commands your drifting plot,
No perfect draft escapes the mark of time;
Edits arrive where hope and error knot,
And margins fill with reason crossed by rhyme.
Some scenes are brief, some linger, deep and slow,
With pauses where the heart must improvise;
The truest meaning lives between the lines we know,
In acts unscripted, honest, and unwise.
O Script of Life, teach us the art to read
Our role with grace, though endings stay concealed;
To write with care each word, each silent deed,
And trust the sense that later stands revealed.