Little Things Matter

Little Things Matter long poem

Photo by israelhill

The world is a race
If you want to succeed, pick up your pace
Keep running, focus, put in extra hours, fly solo
But doesn’t this make you feel empty and hollow?
Be yourself, be silly, be alive, spread joy
Stop, look around, do little things you enjoy….

Like seeing fire lanterns floating up in the sky
Looking at birds perched on a wire ready to fly
Thrill of going downhill on a rollercoaster ride
Watching peacocks walking around majestically with pride!
Making a wish on seeing a shooting star
The satisfaction of solely finishing a dark chocolate bar!

The joy of following the path of a rainbow
Riding on a bike feeling the wind blow
The smell of book pages, petrol and rain
Travelling long distances with friends by train
Late night talks and games that last till the sun rises
The mere joy of throwing birthday surprises!

Viewing a sunset from the rooftop
Reading a Sidney Sheldon novel non stop
Being crazy and stupid with your best friends
Being lazy and useless on weekends!
Humming to your favourite song at a random location
The taste of idli sambar after a long vacation!

Eating under the moon listening to stories
Revisiting photos that became cherished memories!
These little moments make life worth living…
So much, that you can hear your heart beating!!

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