Ever wonder how flowing water feels on the raggedness of your fingers,
Ever wonder how sweet sugarcane tastes plucked ripe right from the farm,
Ever wonder how it feels to wake up after a long night's deep, peaceful sleep,
Ever wonder how fresh the meadows smell right after the rains,
Ever wonder if the birds chirping early morning are sweeter than your favourite song,
Small memories of nothingness which later mean the world...
Ever wonder how it feels to travel the world and make the long walk back home?
Saturday 5 August 2017
Ever Wonder...?
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This is lovely. I have always been a believer that small things matter most.
ReplyDeleteThe last line makes all the difference. It makes you stop in your tracks and changes the poem entirely. For me your poem speaks of hope. It's like an umbrella on a scorching Delhi day.
We certainly hope for so much, don't we? When we are here in the now, we dont realise it. But later it comes back to haunt you.
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