this poem is the outcome of continuous lectures and long college timing; forced my mind to seek solace in this comforting world of poetry
It is joy that I seek
When I play with raining drops
When I stand in swaying grass
When my eyes behold the setting sun
It is not wealth but joy that I seek;
The world is nothing but illusion and dream
Mansions and coins, soon shall they slip
Those whom you love shall seldom weep
While beneath dust for eternity you sleep;
While men wander in endless greed
Placing their hopes in fleeting things
Happy is soul which has simple needs
Material heart surely bleeds;
For pure intention of blissful end
For freedom of heart and truthful friend
I have left this world, before my heart is tired of beats
It is joy that I seek!!
Abrar Ahmed
Sir Padampat Singhania University, Udaipur
abrarasrar12@gmail.com
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'Campus Writing' 