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
And experience…

Kshitij Yadav is a young writer who lives in New Delhi and, amongst other projects, runs the Human Writes page on Facebook.


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