Beauty Of Routine Poem by ashok jadhav

The kettle sings its gentle morning tune,
Steam rising slow beneath the waking light;
The quiet rhythm of the afternoon
Turns ordinary hours to soft delight.
The sweep of broom, the hum of passing wheels,
Each task repeated yet a comfort gives;
In measured steps, the heart begins to feel
The steady pulse by which the soul survives.
The evening brings its familiar, tender grace,
A book, a cup, a window's fading glow;
Within the small, unchanging, commonplace,
I find a peace that only time can show.
So routine, humble, often overlooked,
Holds beauty in the life we rarely book.