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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.

PS. Kicked up by Indispire Edition 324: Little things can make a lot of difference in life. How do you appreciate little things in life? #lifemotivation









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  1. magiceyeMay 9, 2020 at 6:31 PM

    Soothingly beautiful verse.

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  2. Pradeep NairMay 9, 2020 at 6:42 PM

    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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  3. KikzbeeMay 10, 2020 at 11:03 AM

    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. Tomichan MatheikalMay 10, 2020 at 12:40 PM

      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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  4. UnknownMay 10, 2020 at 11:31 AM

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

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  5. Deepa GopalMay 10, 2020 at 12:08 PM

    Simple pleasures of life :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalMay 10, 2020 at 12:42 PM

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

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  6. SushmaMay 10, 2020 at 2:55 PM

    Beautifully penned. Indeed little things bring us joy.

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  7. DashyMay 10, 2020 at 4:08 PM

    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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  8. Kajal MajhiMay 11, 2020 at 1:07 AM

    Penned very gently,beautiful.

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  9. rupam sarmaMay 11, 2020 at 7:07 AM

    Beautiful

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