The Priceless Gift Poem by Sanjukta Dash

They asked me
What is the secrecy that
Made them come to me

What is the thing
Tangible or otherwise
How is it what its type
Do I pick and chose
If not, how they rush
Age, gender across

I don't answer
I keep them guess
With a smile, simple
Again they think over…
I don't have riches, nor power
Not an icon I am, not a charismatic leader
Don't have beauty or grace..
Why then the passer by has a pause? ? ?

I could not linger the process
No more test their patience..
Listen my near and dears…
My invisible chord
That binds you all and attracts…
It's not gold nor diamond..
Neither a glittering gift
It's not a promise false
It's not an undue assurance
But….
It's a share from my own
It's out of my savings
Foregoing my consumption..
The portion that I made in your name…
That is the PRICELESS
Which I never expect you to pay back
Has no substitute of its own…
But I share it every now and then…
WITH you all….
It's T I M E…second to none……
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