Leap of Faith

Like nutmeg in plum cake or in a coffee blend,
Like water to a wilted sapling,
Lack, not leap of faith, is worse, my friend.

Is it magic, tell me, that missing “something”?
Under the harsh light of worldly prudence,
Like water to a wilted sapling.

I call conviction what you call impudence,
Like rest to a weary, defeated mind
Under the harsh light of worldly prudence.

What our heart knows our eyes do find,
Faith in things small and benign,
Like rest to a weary, defeated mind.

Fragments, we fit in a larger design,
We like it the least when we need it the most,
Faith in things small and benign.

For a man pedalling toward the seacoast,
Like nutmeg in plum cake or in a coffee blend,
We like it the least is when need it the most,
For lack, not leap of faith, is worse, my friend.
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Khushboo Shah

Khushboo Shah is an ophthalmologist by profession. She is either examining eyes or trying to read the stories they tell. Both prose and poetry that she writes are generally heavily inspired by everyday happenings around her.