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In the quiet hum of a late morning breeze
Where sunlight dances on dewy grass
Life unfolds at its own pace
A simple joy that none surpass
Echoes of relaxed footsteps softly trod
A world of no hidden expectations
Than time well spent, a path well plod
A patchwork quilt on an unmade bed
Stories woven in every thread
Of a peaceful night, love and conversations
A tender glow, where dreams are spread
The smell of warm bread and hot coffee
Every whiff taking its own time
Deep, dark and familiar
A flavor rich, yet so sublime
The ticking clock waltzing along
Marking hours with a patient grace
Savoring every minute and second
To cherish every quiet space
A garden where wildflowers grow
Untamed and free, yet full of charm
A gentle reminder to every living soul
Nature’s gift, without alarm
Bicycle bells and chirping of birds
Flying free, no screens in sight
A bliss called solitude
Chasing shadows in pure delight
The radio marches to its own tune
Warm water baths, a dust of talcum powder
A lucky whistle from a mail van
An optimist couldn't be prouder
Home cooked meals in the porch
No orders, no paradox of choice
Tasting of comfort and love
Every bite bursting with rejoice
The sun dips low, the stars arise
A day well lived in simple cheer
One is never too young or old
To bask in the whispers of yesteryear
Beautifully done, Soumya! Such lovely imageries and how they evoke nostalgia. You should write poetry more often! :)
ReplyDeleteYour words flow effortlessly like water in a stream, a musical stream. Loved reading it and the imagery that came up in my mind. Your poem touched my heart and made me smile, thanks.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful portrayal of life's simple pleasures, woven together with such warmth and nostalgia. Your words paint a serene and comforting picture, Soumya. I loved reading this poem. :)
ReplyDeleteThis was such a comfort read Soumya. Reading this made me feel warm and happy.
ReplyDeleteA garden where wildflowers grow
ReplyDeleteUntamed and free, yet full of charm
A gentle reminder to every living soul
Nature’s gift, without alarm
These are my favorite lines. You have a talent for poetry.
How beautiful... your words have such a relaxed comforting vibe - filled with moments that truly make our life feel precious. The imagery of wild flowers remind me of my own front garden which wasn't maintened in winter and now it is filled with flowers and weed alike. But there's joy in watching nature reclaim its space so effortlessly. This was a lovely read.
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