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When in dark despair drowned I was thinking, joy was nowhere around A gentle breeze from the upland peaks Came and patted on my cheeks Softly whispering- ‘joy is here’ When the last ray of hope had been snuffed out From the vapid plane of my arid heart, A cluster of orchids, beautiful and gay Smilingly nodding their heads on my way Sweetly murmured- ‘joy is here When I feared the earth was caving in Under my feet with no chance to win A butterfly with rainbow colors Alighting on a bunch of flowers Euphoniously hummed- ‘joy is here’ When all my yearnings got shattered And sustenance alone was what mattered The blazing sun from behind the hills Wiping away all morbid chills Affirmed beaming-‘joy is here When I thought I was drifting afloat Without any moorings on my boat A crystal drop precariously balancing On the serrated edge of a leaf dancing Confidently chimed-‘joy is here’ When darkness settles on the scene When life loses all tinge of green When days seem inert and grey Don’t be in a hurry to say      “Joy is nowhere around” Before you jump to conclusions dismal And write off life as abysmal Wait to see the cycle of seasons change From winter’s haze to spring’s lovesome range!
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Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
Inaudible Whispers
When in dark despair drowned I was thinking, joy was nowhere around A gentle breeze from the upland peaks Came and patted on my cheeks Softly whispering- ‘joy is here’ When the last ray of hope had been snuffed out From the vapid plane of my arid heart, A cluster of orchids, beautiful and gay Smilingly nodding their heads on my way Sweetly murmured- ‘joy is here When I feared the earth was caving in Under my feet with no chance to win A butterfly with rainbow colors Alighting on a bunch of flowers Euphoniously hummed- ‘joy is here’ When all my yearnings got shattered And sustenance alone was what mattered The blazing sun from behind the hills Wiping away all morbid chills Affirmed beaming-‘joy is here When I thought I was drifting afloat Without any moorings on my boat A crystal drop precariously balancing On the serrated edge of a leaf dancing Confidently chimed-‘joy is here’ When darkness settles on the scene When life loses all tinge of green When days seem inert and grey Don’t be in a hurry to say      “Joy is nowhere around” Before you jump to conclusions dismal And write off life as abysmal Wait to see the cycle of seasons change From winter’s haze to spring’s lovesome range!
valsa-george
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Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC
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