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Joy - Poem by Writer Diaries

Joy is a simple word,
Like every word have twisted curves,
From J to Y it is so simple to say,
But can we say it on our practical base,
It is not about drawing blood, making dead and time table,
Because it is about time on a soothing table,
Where only weight of tea would persist,
And to the weight of files table would resist,
No hooking, no shouting, no foul language,
No greedy deeds and one day life would be with happy turns,
One day with life you would spend,
But not with boss challenges or hard fell,
One day you could feel velocity of air,
A touch like feather flares,
When sun will set you just sit by,
One day without idiot box and demanding cries,
That day you will spend time with yourself,
And will have a meeting with a person without greedy plans.

Topic(s) of this poem: joy

Form: ABC


Comments about Joy by Writer Diaries

  • Shakil Ahmed (10/23/2015 10:59:00 AM)


    it's a well-composed poem with a beautiful thoughts, it is really very difficult to get the real meaning of joy, thanks for sharing, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comment. (Report) Reply

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  • Souren Mondal (10/23/2015 10:45:00 AM)


    It is really true that the actual meaning of 'joy' is found in giving rather than taking.. A well written poem.. Thanks for sharing :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 23, 2015



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