Small Kindnesses Poem by ashok jadhav

A door held open, just a second more,
A smile that warms the chill of passing days;
Such gestures fall like light upon the floor,
Unnoticed often, yet they gently stay.
A listening ear when words begin to fail,
A cup of tea placed softly near a hand;
In quiet acts where grand designs grow pale,
The truest forms of human love still stand.
No banners rise, no crowds applaud the scene,
Yet hearts are eased by mercy simply shown;
The smallest kindness, humble and unseen,
Can turn a stranger's burden into stone.
So let me scatter care where I may go—
For little seeds of good grow more than we know.