The Grace Of Simple Days Poem by ashok jadhav

I walked along a quiet lane,
Where cottages kissed the morning light;
No gilded halls, no jeweled crowns,
Just humble homes, serene and bright.
The baker shaped his morning bread,
The farmer bent beneath the sun;
The children laughed with dusty feet,
And all seemed whole when day was done.
The river ran with steady song,
Through meadows green and willow shade;
It spoke of life without pretense,
Of gentle work, of calm obeyed.
No wealth could match the simple joy
Of hands that toil and hearts that rest;
No grand display, no gilded pride,
Could teach the soul what life loves best.
For in the hush of quiet deeds,
And meals shared under open skies,
The heart finds peace, the mind finds truth,
And wisdom blooms where plainness lies.
So walk the path both plain and true,
Embrace the simple, daily ways;
For life is richest, life is full,
When shaped by modest, honest days.