Each day arrives without any delay
Like a page after a page in a novel
Each day walks in with a list of troubles
Like a page filled with cryptic messages
In the middle of all the troubles
Where to find the peace, serene, and joy?
In a tasteful food?
In a warm green tea?
In the night breeze kissing the face?
In a returned gaze from the other side of the road?
In a child’s broken conversation?
In a well written sentence?
In a thoughtful remark?
In an eye pleasing portrait?
In a melancholic song?
In a glee on a couple’s face?
In a sensitive poem?
In a nostalgic photo?
In a dog’s lick?
In the bed alone?