Hidden Gold Poem by ashok jadhav

Carpe Diem Poem: Hidden Gold
The morning hums beneath my feet,
A sparrow shakes the waking air;
The kettle sings, the sunlight spills,
And simple things are rich and rare.
I do not wait for grand applause,
Nor treasures piled beyond my sight;
The world offers its quiet gifts,
If only eyes embrace their light.
A laugh, a cup, a fleeting breeze,
A hand that brushes mine by chance;
These ordinary sparks of life
Outshine the rarest circumstance.
Seize these small, unguarded hours,
For meaning dwells in what is near;
Joy is found in daily breath—
Not in tomorrow, but right here.