Mundane

There's some beauty in the mundane. Sitting on the same seat in library for few days, I like that spot and the word spot reminds me of that same spot where I spill my caffeine on my shirt everyday And just walking around without a thought And then maybe suddenly see a beautiful owl and stop Or maybe a peacock someday But that would be different right Or maybe not, because I see some new bird every single day! Kingfishers on monday Woodpeckers on tuesday Till the end of the week , just to start over again Because yes maybe there's some beauty in the mundane And my heart is awaitful yet kinda scared to break this chain It somehow fears What after this mundane?