A Bitter Life This.

What is joy my dear,
Under what odd circumstance ?
Is it to shed tear,
Or is there any instance ?

As a boy I never got;
Now as a man I crave.
Is joy only a thought,
Or does it go for brave ?


Seldom has it ever come
To this dear little breast.
Did it ever come to my chum
Building a tiny cozy nest ?

No experiences, nothing in me
Joy and delights faded !
Thus letting it as it's to be –
For I am already invaded !

I spit on this sorrow,
I hardly now can stand.
Need to wait for tomorrow,
This I've to anyhow defend !

Cozy and neat, breast fed,
As a baby my mom did-
Then on my own slept in bed
With liberty, as if a slave freed !!

Not ever since then, I saw,
What a joy really meant !
I've to strive with all this;
Bad smelling life; not fragrant !!

Kamal