Common People Poem by Vinti Jetley

No acts of valour, no deeds of glory,
No grandeur of legends, no trail of stories.

These feet don't leave footprints on sand,
In the sheets of History, they won't be found,
These voices drown in clamour of life,
Their thoughts don't change into quotes profound.

While dwelling on the streets of life,
These faces merge with the colour of crowd,
Over the span of boundless blue,
Their lives do float like formless clouds.

Yet for those, who count on them,
Fearless they cross thresholds of fire
They brace themselves with nerves of steel
And dread not even destiny's ire.

Their roles are rare, their stature great,
Though slight on the scale of mammoth Time,
Their artless acts hold a higher worth
Than many a treasured feat sublime.