Joy Poem by anees akbar

Joy

Rating: 2.3


I love all beautious things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
IS honoured for them.

I too will something make
And joy in the making;
Altho' tomorrow it seem
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered on waking.

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