A Joy – Deva De Silva

It’s a joy smelling to high heavens
At day’s end, tending my garden
Dressed in mud
Kissed by the sun

It’s a joy singing old tunes
Alone, in a crowd
Loosing the key midway
Pulling it off anyways

It’s a joy dancing naked
Before my most feared critic
Peaking at myself in a
Horror-struck vanity mirror

It’s a joy being silent
When all else profound
A frog, yellow bellied
Dozing off on a lotus leaf

It’s a joy being loud
When the world dumbfounds
A crow rising at dawn
Training its vocal muscle

It’s a joy, letting fingers roam
Whenever they insist on
As I inscribe in earnest
My holy viewpoint

Oh joy!
I can write
When all else
Cease to exist

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About भण्डारी2013

Has a reflective and idealistic types of personality. Loves to participate in Social activities. Extremely loyal by nature. Laid back unless a strongly held value is threatened and a talented writer too.
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