Sometimes
we realize
the value
Of a moment
when it becomes a memory
Sometimes
We pray
The lasting
Of a phase
And forget that its temporary
Often
In a rush
To see the end
We miss the present
Searching
the right time
just to find
Everything changed
and we haven't
Shocked we cry
that the world is mean
am left forlorn
And nothing left to be seen
So live
each moment
before it's gone
and
die in satisfaction
that you were not lone.

Manisha