Like Ripples Poem by Abhima Edvi

Flitting around all day
doing nothing,
not even a smile deliverance
to my fellow earth-mates,
I wonder,
whether it makes sense
if I say,
like ripples in a pond,
each man's life
touches so many
other lives;
all 'causes' and 'effects'
annulled yet sustained;
renounce the paramount truth,
Life is a gift!
Strange, isn't it?

Glad that you are real,
I am real,
we are real.
And time perpetuates;
so process yours
all by yourself.
While rippling
feel the touch you touch
letting love
so much to dwell
amidst you and me
and our entire earth-mates.

In between listen,
it ain't wrong
if you owe a little gratitude
to the creator
with courtesy.