Little Things Are Bigger Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta
Little Things Are Bigger
A mirror is a bad omen
It's a piece of useless glass
Like a stray thought
Is a sight of god
And sometimes
it's soap scum down the drain
Finding gold is nothing really special
But coins in the sofa are always miraculous
To find a soulmate is a dream
But a secret little kiss
In a room full of strangers
Fills me forever
With such little things there's nothing bigger
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