The miracle isn’t the finish line; 
It’s the dust upon your shoes.  
And honestly, I’m a hypocrite  
Because I’m guilty of this too.
We spend hours building walls of glass,  
Watching golden moments pass.
We fear we are running late,  
While leaving all beauty to its fate. 
There’s so much we ignore daily,
What Nature gives us freely.
There’s glitter in the water, 
There’s a painting in the sky, 
It is all for free 
But worth more than all that we can buy.
We call it “regular” when Sun descends,  
And “usual” to sit among friends.
But if stars appeared just once a year,  
We’d fall watch in awe and with tears.
We’re always chasing something new,
And miss the diamonds in morning dew. 
The way a mother smiles, 
The scent of first rain,
The quiet peace that follows pain.
These aren’t side notes of a life well spent,  
They are the reason that we all were sent.  
So let the serious stuff wait for a while,
Trade in your worry for a simple smile,
For life is not a race that you have to win,
It’s letting all the ordinary settle in.
While losing heart in world’s commotion
Don’t wait for a grand design,  
To realise that the mundane is divine. 
Stop looking for the spark in distant skies,  
Miracle is right before your eyes.  
Because the miracle isn’t always 
the finish  line.
 

 
               By Khushi Palliwar