Touched by Beauty of Small Gods
Ten years twenty years
Thirty forty fifty years
Don’t know how long it has been
Days are moving faster
Then they had been
Sometimes weeks pass
Without knowing
Keep losing track
Of months and years
Even with a display on mobile screen
When I was four or five
Roamed the streets
On my tricycle
Like a rover on Mars
Full of joy and jubilation of a conqueror
That never lost
Was touched by beauty of small gods
That I used to meet
In leaves trees insects
Stones pebbles or a crack in a wall
Slowing the flow of time
At least for me
Seconds counted
Minutes seemed drawn out and long
And days
They never seemed to end
Even evenings seem to lag
Till dinner arrived
Now in the current times
There’s a bit of a regret
When I reflect back
Could’ve smelled and tasted
Touched seen and heard
A lot more than than I have
Could have kept that child in me
A lot longer
Alive
©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
True– spiraling time seems the nature of our lives.
Yes. And we don’t realise it. Till it’s late.
Yes. It moves faster every day