Joy Hidden In Ordinary Moments Poem by ashok jadhav

Morning tea steams gently in my hand,
A quiet warmth the waking heart can keep;
Sunlight leans upon the windowpane,
And finds small wonders others pass in sleep.
Footsteps echo down a familiar street,
Each stone remembers days I've always known;
A passing smile from someone I may never meet
Turns common air to something softly shown.
The clock moves on, the day asks nothing grand,
No triumph carved in gold or loud delight;
Yet joy arrives the way we seldom plan—
A breath, a pause, a moment held just right.
So I have learned that happiness can be
The art of seeing what already is.