JOY: HINDI POEM BY PROMILA BHARDWAJ: ENGLISH VERSION BY RAJNI CHHABRA

 JOY

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Firstly, some run

Chasing joy,

Others follow them.

Whenever, 

Petty joys are derived

Faces bloom with happiness

For a few moments, few days, 

Then, wither

Thinking, why others

Fetched more, 

Competition starts, 

For moving ahead,

Mental turmoil begins

Blind race starts

Some stumbled headlong

Trampling them,

Many moved ahead

To gain temporary happiness

Some curtailed their steps

Some hands bent down

To lift trodden beings 

To caress them affectionately

To let them move side by side

To help them move ahead

They gained

Divine pleasure,

Utter happiness

Permanent satiety 

Real joy

Termed as bliss-

What is this exactly?

Only he knows,

Who has experienced it

This is awakening.

Who so ever, they might be,

What will they gain

Who move on 

Trampling others,

For sake of momentary pleasure

That is transient only

They remain unaware of

Trance of delight

Oh, how unfortunate are they!

Who blindly chase happiness.

They will keep on racing

If they don't awaken.