Amuse-bouche

read this as a poemor label it a prosetoday i don’t careall i know it should make sensehorizontally or verticallyall i know it should touch your soul≈≈i was looking for my  musein the lush greenstranquil bluesrustic brownsand found lot of songsbut nothing could quenchmy thirst todaynothing could calm my soul≈≈and then i went out into the streetssaw a man selling fruitsHis face had more wrinklesthan his crushed old clothbut how beautiful was heeach wrinkle a storyeach line a songyesterday a soldier today a farmerlove and sacrificerunning in his veins i met my muse there i found a reason to smile read this as a poemor label it a prosetoday i don’t care≈≈i saw a little kid walking on roadholding his grandfather’s handwho was supporting whomit would have been difficult to tellboth drawing strengthand comfort from each otherand how beautiful was the lovethat flowed from one soul to anotherthrough their connected hands i met my muse there i found a reason to smile read this as a poem or label it a  prose today i don’t care ≈≈ that lady begging at the signalsmiled when asked  if that was her daughter studying under the bridgeYes said the faceglowing with pridekept bigger notes in another pouchsaving for daughters new school dressfor next sessionoh a mother’s love i met my muse there i found a reason to smile read this as a poem or label it a prose today i don’t care ≈≈ today i got more than i had asked fortoday i searched for the pearlsin right shellsread this as a poemor label it a prosebut today i don’t caretoday i am happyI know you smiled while reading thisi know it touched your hearti know i wrote well todayi know He was guiding me the whole timei know tomorrow Will be a scorching hot Sundayand  i know i will still be smiling a lot©Somkritya