The Joys of Life
We all incessantly search for joys
Joys of life in whatever we pursue
The quest for joys though genuine
Is, always misplaced unfortunately
But true, nevertheless, undoubtedly.
Joys, we seek erroneously, in things
And objects that are away from us
Hence the chase of a mirage, unreal,
Lead to loud despair, and trepidation
And heart burning, that is not worthy.
The joys we seek are not outside sure
They are perennially within, bubbling
It calls for an abiding mind unpolluted
The joys of life are discovered within
In a quiet mind that transcends fretting.
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