Just Little Things Poem by DASHARATH NAIK

Nothing big I demand
Outing daily, shopping and treat
Attending club or going on a drive
Gifts of jewellery and costly sarees
Big bunglow with imported car
Overflowing comforts and luxury
No not never, dear.
Just little things matter me most.

Spending moments memorable
Fingering my cascade of black hair
Your honey like sweet words
Hugging me stealthily
Often a stolen kiss full of warmth
Playing ocassional mischiefs
Sharing hands while busy in kitchen
Tickling me from behind
Saying 'I miss you' from office, romantically,
Tight embrace on coming home
Throwing loving glances
While sitting together on terrace
Bring pleasure unlimited, dear.

Just little things matter me most,
Just little things matter me most .

*(c) Dasharath Naik