Part- I We walk the path, our steps so bold, Chasing dreams, both young and old. But in the end, the winds will change, And all we built may rearrange. No heart, no mind, no fleeting soul, Is bound by time or in control. For all we are, we soon give way, To new hands that will lead the day. The sun will rise, and so it sets, A cycle, endless, with no regrets. No one is etched into the stone, For all must leave, and all must go. Yet in the dance, the world spins on, Though we may fade, the stars stay strong. The legacy is in the light we share, In what we leave, and how we care. Part - II No one is fixed, no one is stayed, In time’s vast sweep, we all will fade. The hands that build, the hearts that beat, One day will yield, one day retreat. We play our parts in fleeting roles, Our stories etched on transient scrolls. Yet, as we rise, so others fall, And life moves on, beyond us all. No crown too grand, no throne too high, For time will pass and never sigh. The wo...