Joy of living

Walking past those dusty stalls,

Past all that bickering,

Amidst the whole crowd,

To enjoy the dry leaves raining.

Splashing in those muddy puddles,

With little care for the world,

And watch patiently

The hungry scruffy bird.

Smiling happily,

When those tender drops of rain,

Fall against your scorched cheek

And forget all pain.

That, my dear friend is pure bliss

‘tis the lord’s willing

In those moments of happiness

Lies the joy of living!!