Rejoice, Small Joys Come Free Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

The joy of a sunrise, be it sunset,
Or watching blossoming of tender bud,
Seldom is found say in a chartered jet,
Windfall, nor yet if fortune comes like flood;
A bird that ambles close to where you sat,
Starts chirping as if you were an old friend;
A landscape lifting spirits looking at,
Take season's first rainfall flavouring land.

Take not small joys greedily as granted—
A wearing day winds with a warm shower,
Comes then from kitchen a welcome flavour,
I wish man were a tad more grateful made.
God's made many a thing mankind to thrill,
Be grateful, He's not yet thought you to bill.
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Sonnets | 08.09.16 |