The maddening rush
mostly which is directionless
where are we running
why are we running
from where are we running
have you ever wondered
is it not very tiring?
The slow pace walks
the holding of hands
the blowing of the breeze
the growing of gigantic trees
the onset of seasons
the sound of the rain drops
the magic of the rainbows
the depth of long conversations
the bonds that are sealed in years
living does not happen in quick moments
life really exists in the mundane slowness
P.S.
- This post is a part of Blogchatter A2Z Challenge 2026.
- April is called National Poetry Month. So I have taken up the #NaPoWriMo challenge & will be posting a poem daily this month. Hope you all enjoy reading them.
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Love,
Chinmayee
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