A saga of legacy unfurls in “Reflections of Ancestral Grace,” tracing wisdom’s lineage through time’s delicate loom. Humanity’s voyage, fragile yet resolute, beckons: mend our path, forge unity, for hearts now beat for posterity’s enfoldment.
Beneath ancient branches, whispered secrets unfold,
Faces etched with stories, in time’s embrace they hold.
A spool of ages, woven threads of old,
Yet our present, a tale of selfish hearts, so cold.
Children’s laughter echoes, like birds taking flight,
Yet humanity’s greed casts a chilling blight.
As elders clasp their hands, imparting wisdom’s grace,
We squander it with haste, in our relentless race.
A little hopeful gaze, innocent and pure,
Peers through smoggy skies, a future unsure.
The torch of knowledge flickers, casting shadows deep,
An irony that stings, as we sow what we reap.
4. Poet Mahaprataapi
The human race, a delicate thread in a ballet of fragility,
Our epoch beckons, an opportune moment for nobility.
Etch in memory the ancestral wellspring we share,
A lineage of boundless love, opulent beyond compare.
The touch of our age shall resonate with posterity,
A legacy of ardor, sagacity, and profound charity.
Within our grasp resides the potency to restore and tend,
Ensuring their narrative soars with sanguine transcendence.
Inheritors of lessons, etched in time’s cruel scars,
Will future generations bear the pain, the stars?
Oh, celebrate the bonds, the lineage of old,
But heed the warning tales, in their stories told.
