Programmed To Miss

A poem on missing the goodness in ordinary

maybe we aren’t suppose to be this way maybe we had been programmed programmed to miss

missing the divinity in the ordinary

that wind that flew in through the open windows on that sunny day letting you notice its warmth

wow this is simply good this is simply good to have it here it is simply good to have it noticed; it isn’t going to serve me any good but it was simply good

to wake up and sit in the verandah and to see being greeted by plants and flowers out there dancing in the wind while reflecting the sunlight on them

wow this is simply good it makes me wonder am I such a lucky rascal to notice it; to appreciate its goodness by simply being there is simply good; but it doesn't serve me any good according to the program

those two crows in that heavy rain unflinchingly rested on a bent branch of that tree maintaining a safe distance from each other while I moving restlessly, notices them maybe it was simply good

Thank You ❤ Pretheesh Presannan