Joy Of Living Poem by Rati Manjari Devi

Your silent talks I hear
Drifting my senses near
The shade of your feet
Where like a bruised shadow, I creep

You are my only shelter
Having now got you, I no more hanker
For anything other than your love
Portrayed as the purest white dove

You are the lamp of my nights
From your aura shines colourful lights
Which keep my poor soul alive
And make me win through the pain I strive

I cry out my joy of living
Touching the sky's ceiling
'Jaya Govinda Jaya Gopal
Keshava Madhava Dina Dayal'