Smiling farmer see his green harvest,
Fluting cowboy under the old tree,
Excited boy flying kite in the blue,
Marigold in the chignon of village bride,
Dangling braided hair of school girl,
These are boundless joy.
The retired recalling his business,
Face of street child having a chocolate,
Child dreaming with the lullaby,
Smell of the rose while saying love,
Returning home after a tiresome day,
These are boundless joy.
First date with the dream-girl,
First feel anyone so closer than own,
First saying someone 'I love you',
First see beloved waiting for me,
For the first holding own child into arms,
These are boundless joy.
Who says there is no hope?
Who says there is no dream?
We all hope, we all dream,
A life full of joys, boundless joys,
Whether the sorrows for today,
And these joys forever.......
Lovely spirit, fresh, optimistic and appealing.................10
I loved this. It made me smile which I guess helps to further propell the message in your poem. There is so much sadness and pain and suffering in life that people seem to gravitate to with their writing and other mediums. However, for someone such as yourself to come out and express the joys is truly refreshing. Great work: -)
Yes! The world needs more joy, more of this. It is truly the little things in life that make up the big things we remember. Your poem touches on the beautiful things that matter. We see and feel these special moments. More joy! DC
very uplifting piece! Life is all about this little, precious moments, and if we learn to appreciate it, surely life is worth living! Wonderfully written, i loved it!
i like this reminds me abit of some the stuff i wrote haha jus abit
life is full of hopes and surprises. it is up to us to enjoy it.the first para says it all. ' User Rating: 10.0 /10 (8 votes) - vote - 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 E-mail this poem to e friend Send this poem as eCard Add this poem to MyPoemList Print friendly version Smiling farmer see his green harvest, Fluting cowboy under the old tree, Excited boy flying kite in the blue, Marigold in the chignon of village bride, Dangling braided hair of school girl, These are boundless joy.' voted10 surya
very nice sir..........optimistism propels you forward
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem with cosmic theme and optimistic ideas.great words