Moments of pleasure in trivial things - Ravi Kopra

I have no use of sayings
Of Indian gurus from Tamilnadu,
Nor have I use of their
Followers’ words of wisdom.

If only you knew how poetry springs
With play of words in trivial things,
Like croaking of a cock in the morning,
Like shouting of a muezzin on a mosque-top

Like the dogs serenading hearing
The sounds of running train-cars,
Or the smell of jasmine in the evening,
Or the taste of raspberries in the spring

You would see beauty in everything.
No search for packets of ancient wisdom
To seal off your brains for nothing.
But moments of pleasure in trivial things.

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Inspired on reading a poem ‘I have no use for odic legions’ by Anna Akhmatova.