Saturday, May 9, 2020

Little Things, Big Joys



A cloud crouching in the yonder sky
over a scorched field on a summer evening
filled the peasant with more joy
than the Burj Khalifa fountain
gave to the ennui-filled tourist.

The child’s elation on seeing the mother return home,
The squirrel’s rush on spotting a nut among the blades of grass,
The joy of the hawk whose mate call gets a response,

The ecstasy of the surging tide on splashing violently against the sprawling beach,
Da Vinci’s smile when the hammer hits a chromatic scale on his chosen block of marble,

The sparkle of the dew on the morning’s tender leaf,
The steam of the mint-tea in the evening’s armchair,
Your smile as the day dies with a sigh of relief,
The froth of soda in the iced whisky
As the rain drummed madly a frenetic orchestra
On the windows and the trees beyond.










19 comments:

  1. Little things are always a source of immense joy, only if one is willing to pause during the journey and smell the many fragrances of those little things.
    Nice one, you have here.

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  2. Trying to figure out which is the best line in this composition... is it the peasant joy of finding solace in a vast field or the child's joy or my favorite...the sparkling dew or the steamy mint tea or frothy soda? Ahh, big joys in little things

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    1. It isn't difficult to discover joy around us. I'm glad you liked this really much. Your comment is spilling with that joy.

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  3. Little things indeed bring immense joy, sometimes at unexpectedly. Beautiful verse.

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    1. And they mean more than the greater ones if we understand.

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  5. Beautifully penned. Indeed little things bring us joy.

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  6. This was beautiful to read. Makes me linger after each line, taking the time to feel that joy. Simply loved it. <3

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