Life And Happiness - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Way back when child nigh I’d as many joys
As wonders wandered in my wanton worlds,
And joys when jingled along sundry toys,
I felt when none happier was than birds.
Came youth, and what changed hand were only toys,
Rewards of life innocent nigh no more,
Boys chasing girls, and girls giggly at boys,
Till maturity moose knocked at the door;
My earthen pot kept in kiln to ripen,
Life’s realities reeling hard and keen,
Old happiness failing to enliven,
And I was nudged to kneel, to look within.
In fond hope more fulfilling life to find;
Isn’t life leaving blasé ecstasies behind?
- Sonnets | 08.09.14 |
Comments about Life And Happiness by Aniruddha Pathak
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You