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
very much joyful full of happiness and glee 10/10 Nicholas
Joyful contours and carnivals for your poems too..........10+++
It is a joy to comment upon, when somebody outpours full of Joy.
I like how this poem talks about how to be free without anyone caring, and doing as you wish. It's a lovely poem. Fantastic job of metaphors and such. :)
oh yeah I too can smell your joy tending my gardens for you its now resurrection time a time when dead wood gives birth to new grass. a lovely poem dear Deva -10 anjali (do read mine Megalomania and A falling Star)
Dear Deva De Silva, You've spread an infectiously joyous atmosphere, through the various moods and movements of joy in your lyrically graceful poem. Love.
I have to wholeheartedly agree with your second stanza...and the ending was lovely.
beautiful poem, i liked it. it describes everything. its not vague its wonderful, more than perfect. keep on!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol. lovely poem. i love the sense of humor in such a well written poem.