We neglect them
As of no importance
And stretch our hands to pickup
Stars and moon and fly flags
Standing on high peak of mountain
We always long for the larger
And in imagination a heaven
But when it pinches
We shrink to a centre
less than its size
And it's touch of love
Gives the ecstasy of a flight
In a space without a boundary
The creation of the universe
Starts from the subatomic particles
Of things smallest of all
A small word a small gesture
Can pull out tears
And makes us laugh
We are given a small life
And blessed with small things
to enjoy and live
Miss them not you will miss
The reality really heavenly
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