My first cup of tea, I was sipping,
Early on a lazy Sunday morning
Saw a young girl playing by the lake
All alone, neither assuming nor fake
She was jumping with joy
Seeing the ducklings walk by
As the mother duck lead the way.
In my book, joy is when work is done.
Since many a time work is still remaining
Pure joy is something that I need to realize..
Not concerned about deadlines, nor targets
That limit the creativity inside their groves
I need to remember the sheer joy of love
Loving the birds, animals and mother earth
Feeling the tiny raindrops drizzling on face
As I walk by the fountains or soak in the rain
Picking up the fresh flowers from the garden
Whatever I do, when nature's showing a heaven
Alas! My imagination cannot go far,
Since I have left my childhood so afar
Winning and losing is a play back then
Life adjusts into an unassuming routine
The spirit left behind, in timeless turbine
There are moments when one can rejoice
Life need not always be an island of thorns
However small that one might realize
Indeed a friendly gesture, will not just please..
It will be giving every hope and a life with roses
Emotionless although everything is a chore
I remember my life indeed was lively encore
Watching on lakeside some kids uproar
I realize the little girl is not alone any more,
My joy returned, as I felt happy unto my core