Meena Somasundaram

It Is Joy






It is a beautiful May morning
the sun is in its full strength
could see the joy around in full length
the eyes of the children are sparkling
while they go up and down in the swing
they count the moves up to the tenth
they sigh and let out their breath
as they go high up all giggling
it is a pleasure to watch them play
not they know beyond that
a momentous rejoice it seems
an experience that stays for the day
not bothered of any other thing after that
peace transcends subtly in a seam.

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