The Joy Of My Life

 where is the joy of a sleepless night,
        where is the joy of a dreamy day;
where is the joy of not minding your intellect,
        where is the joy of letting your feelings play !

where is the joy of trimming the shrubs,
        where is the joy of letting the flowers bloom;
where is the joy that's not overtly optimistic,
        where is the joy that's devoid of gloom !

where is the joy of witnessing miracles,
        where is the joy of reality's spell;
where is the joy that keeps your eyes leveled,
        where is the joy that makes your heart swell !

where is the joy of a thousand suns,
        where is the joy of a calm and silent night;
where is the joy of never knowing what's wrong,
        where is the joy of always doing what's right !

where is the joy of an empty mind,
        where is the joy of a love-filled heart;
where is the joy of ordering harvest in the end,
        where is the joy of letting the sowing start !

where is the joy of a poem unsung,
        where is the joy of a song not yet written;
where is the joy of always feeling like a loin,
        where is the joy of behaving like a kitten !

where is the joy of old plans deferred,
        where is the joy of new dreams chased;
where is the joy of being free and in the World,
        where is the joy of being in the Home and caged !

where is the joy of shaping your destiny,
        where is the joy of listening to what the stars tell;
where is the joy of walking The Razor's Edge,
        where is the joy of knowing For Whom Tolls The Bell !

where is the joy of a pleasure cruise,
        where is the joy of a stormy ride;
where is the joy of Ekle Chalo Re,
        where is the joy of submission to The Guide !

where is the joy of drifting in the calm sea,
        where is the joy of standing firm in the tide;
where is the joy that needs no expression,
        where is the joy that is impossible to hide !

where is the joy that is rooted in the earth,
        where is the joy that is not limited by the skies;
where is the joy that values the truth,
        where is the joy that has uses for lies !

where is the joy that likes to smile,
        where is the joy that is eager to cry;
where is the joy that with alacrity greets,
        where is the joy that's ready to say goodbye !

where is the joy that freezes your thoughts,
        where is the joy that makes your vision clear;
where is the joy that makes you renounce the world,
        where is the joy that to you makes everything dear !

where is the joy that makes you write prose,
        where is the joy that as a writer makes you loathe;
where is the joy that plants a seedling,
        where is the joy that envisages a forest's growth !

where is the joy that knows no bounds,
        where is the joy that resides in your heart;
where is the joy that is always the whole,
        where is the joy that manifests in every part !

where is the joy that can boulders lift,
        where is the joy that will neither push nor pull;
where is the joy that when you share is not halved,
        where is the joy that when you own is never full !

where is the joy that enlightens the soul,
        where is the joy that transforms the world;
where is the joy that's embarrassed by eulogies,
        where is the joy that welcomes the abuses hurled !

where is the joy that radiates harmony in the world,
        where is the joy that with an inner beauty glows,
where is the joy that reaches out to humanity,
        where is the joy that to divinity bows !

where is the joy that is devastated by a tremor,                                        
        where is the joy that can mountains grind;
where is the joy that is strong and pointed,
        where is the joy that is considerate and kind !

where is the joy that liberates from human bondage,
        where is the joy that can hermits bind;
where is the joy that can see through appearances,
        where is the joy that like love is blind !

where is the joy that fills your being,
        where is the joy that lightens your heart;
where is the joy of executing a perfect end,
        where is the joy of in the end daring to start !