Decided I’d go roaming about, one day,
And took to an unknown street.
Smiled and waved at them as they
Hesitantly came forward to greet.
Their curious faces lit up my day,
Their smile the purest treat.
Sat down right there by the footpath,
Waiting to capture their joy.
This, the little girl leaned in to look at
And along came a little boy.
I laughed with them, at the questions they had,
Wondering why we harshly judge the “hoi polloi”.
In our greed for the moon and stars,
Finery and food from silver platters,
We often pine for what isn’t ours
And cast aside what really matters.
It’s pain we cause ourselves; it leaves scars,
Our false illusion of joy shatters.
If there’s anything I realized that day,
It’s that joy doesn’t take all that much.
It’s in the simplest things of life—
The first drops of rain, a child’s laughter,
Butterflies, and the warmth of early spring.
It just silently exists, waiting to be discovered.
∼ © Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Hey everyone! In the spirit of National Poetry Writing Month, I will be writing some poems for every day of April. Each Day will have a new prompt. I hope I can keep up with the challenge. You can join me in celebrating #NaPoWriMo 2019 and check out the prompts here. I’ll look forward to hearing from you.