The Hauntings
of the small things ignored
in broad daylight
are far more dangerous
than the unknown
spirits of the dark.
Let us not let go
of the sparks
however small
while we await
for a fire
yet to be born
let us welcome
each day as it comes
and embrace it
as we would
a special day
Yet to come
Let us start
our work for
the smaller causes
for it may
one day become
a mountain of issues
as is today the big cause
You are waiting to work for
Let us give respect to
Every dropp of water
And every little voice coming from within
Let us cherish
Every small deed of goodness
And every moment of life on this earth.
Let us give every sprout a chance
To Breath, To Sing, To Dance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely written. true awakening is on the brink