"I Wish to Live Not Survive, I Want to Live While I'm Alive."

In days of old, when hearts were bold, An earnest plea was sent, To live, not merely to survive, In passion's mirth be spent. "To bask within the sun so bright, Relish life, not one's demise, To not be bound by toil's cruel reign, And taste the purest skies. For futures dim and unforeseen, What worth to grasp so grim, With soul entranced in daily grind, We're naught but shadows slim? Nine to five, a beastly bore, Calls terror to my core, Fear not swift fate, but lonely sigh, A life of endless chore. And so I pray, be life but brief, It's golden thread well spun, With vibrant dreams and laughter sewn, Sparkling under sun. Allow me bathe in joyous glow, And take the path less trod; Decay not slow, consumed by rue, But blossom fast, unshod." So, dear Nandini, I impart, This ancient wish anew, To seize your days with heart ablaze, And forge a tale so true.