Not in minutes, hours or a day
Is life splendid and great
But in moments rare and short
With impact vivid and smart
Left behind to linger and stay
Content and snug forever, for long;
Things are charming and lofty
Not in blatant bulk, size or load
But in grains, pinch or slice- mode;
The beauty of an ocean hefty
Lies set in its raging droplets little
While every rock and boulder brittle
Shapes up the grandeur of a hill
Goodness sprays out of all actions
That are earnest, noble and divine
Despite being trivial, little gestures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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