Simple Moments
Life is a series of moments small
As time keeps rolling down the fall
That make or break dreams held for long
And lot many desires of one’s life
Most of the moments are trivial and plain
Take us neither here nor there
Yet those are unstained naked and plain
We mostly manage to pass them by
Of dew drops sliding down a leaf
Chirping birds on window sill
Rows of ants scurrying for food
Or a lonely cloud in the blue sky
In these moments pristine and pure
We can see everything clear
Our vision not coloured by our dreams
Nor desires tainting our rising thoughts
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
