I shall regret a life
that won’t stop to smell the bright beautiful roses…
that won’t allow the breeze to brush upon my tresses…
that won’t recognize the fresh fragrance of soil after rain…
that won’t wait for me to draw over the vapor on window pane…
I shall regret a life
that won’t make snowballs when ground is white…
that won’t give me a slow stroll under moonlight…
that won’t let me feel the sea waves on my ankle…
that won’t hear the trickling sound of raindrops on a puddle…
I shall regret a life
that won’t listen to the cuckoo singing early dawn…
that won’t remember the taste of summer sweet melon…
that won’t smile on the scar of a play bruise for caring not…
that won’t enjoy teasing and closing the touch-me-not…
I shall regret a life
that won’t relish the last spoon of chocolate spread…
that won’t reminisce the face of an old friend…
that won’t glitch when finger is crossed over candle flame playfully…
that won’t blow at soap foam to make the whole room bubbly…
I shall regret a life
that won’t cherish the innocent smile of a baby…
that won’t blush when he checks me out in the lobby…
that won’t remember the warm feeling of first kiss…
that won’t have a tear when dear ones say they miss…
I shall regret a life
that won’t offer cotton candy to a little girl passing by…
that won’t stop and watch children swinging high up to sky…
that won’t get up and dance on a favorite song…
that won’t pray hopefully when an old couple is seen along…
I shall regret a life
that won’t find happiness in these small things…
that won’t find bliss in discovering their simple meanings…
To one of my best friends, Veena… who always used to smile with me and have twinkle in her eyes… whenever we see the small things of life…
