The Tao of joy and bliss
Joy is found in money
Nor yet on things any,
Joy is conditional somehow--
On whence it comes and how.
I may balloons buy to feel happy,
My friend, by selling them,
Another one by bursting them,
For sure, joy is a strange puppy.
For, my joy never for long last,
As it wears out fast,
And more balloons do make me blasé
As more and more I chase.
But bliss
Far from joy is,
Like perennial strings
From deep within it springs.
One has to just tap it, no more,
And it flows from one’s deepest core.
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Free verse |10.02.2025| joy, bliss
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2025
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