Amidst all the roles of fatherhood which our dads' took up; Why didn't we ever looked at them beyond father figures? For they always wore the hearts that pumped kindness & generosity; Their souls always robbed with umpteen love and unison; When they made our priorities their own; Our dreams their own; Our happiness, theirs... … Continue reading Dads, Humans, Dads…
Source: A Poetic Moment
Magic, what is it?
To me it is you,
To me it is the mountains,
To me it is the eyes of a newborn,
To me it is love.
Magic, isn’t it everywhere?
One can’t find it if he has greedy intent.
He whose heart is as pure
As a freshly blossomed jasmine,
Whose intent is only to offer,
Need but ask.
Magic, it can’t be sought, but feel,
Its impact is intimate enough.
All sorrows will be forgotten,
Wounds will be healed.
Magic, it’s in her smile,
Only a glance fades away my worries.
It’s in the meal my mother prepares,
It’s in the treat and happiness that we share.
Yes, the magic in life happens
In every moment,
In every life.
It need not be sought,
It is there already,
When you open your heart,
To the magical
Kshitij Yadav is a young writer who…
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