Treasure Island

chandra thiagarajan


Joy


All lives live for joy,
One works for joy,
One reads and writes for joy,
We help each other for joy,
Every life loves the other lives for joy,
Amassed wealth is sacrificed for joy,
In one's life one cannot live sans joy.
Oh! Lord Nataraja, you dance with joy!
You are ever and ever in supreme joy!
You are ensconced in my mind, I'm in joy!
Without joy who can live in this world?

Submitted: Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, September 05, 2012

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In Hindu religion God Shiva is also known as Lord Nataraja who is depicted as dancing with extreme joy.He is the Master of dance.

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