K.A. Santhoshi
Everyday, the world writes poems quietly in unique and unseen ways,
If you listen close, even silence has a rhythm that always plays.
Sunlights slipping through the curtains where tranquility lays,
Boiling water becomes a small storm learning to calm itself amidst its haze,
A dog sleeping becomes a warm punctuation mark in the day with its innocent gaze.
A cup of tea releasing steam like a soft whispered prayer so warm,
Laundry fluttering like flags of small victories with charm.
Children laughing in the distance with toys in their palm,
Ordinary days are not empty… they are just speaking soft and calm.
Perhaps the magic was never missing, only unnoticed without qualm…
Raindrops tapping on windows like someone trying to speak in the dim light,
Footsteps on a quiet road become a heartbeat of the earth with might,
A streetlamp glowing like a patient guardian in sight,
The sound of pages turning in a room that’s quiet,
Those humble whispers of moments are pure delight!
Leaves swirling on the road in random patterns near,
The sky changing colour during sunset clear,
A shopkeeper arranging fruits into neat rows sincere,
A clock ticking in a still room that we hear,
When you realise a plant has grown a new leaf without fear…
If you listen closely, even stillness has a voice,
Whispering poetry in moments we don’t notice by choice.
The world writes poems in ways we fail to see,
In tiny sparks of magic hiding in anonymity.
Maybe the world is always writing poetry… we just forget to read that beauty!
–K.A. Santhoshi,
8th std,
GMGHSS, Komarapalayam,
Namakkal, Tamilnadu, India.