<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=405266" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Joy in life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no sensation or joy in life <br>You are not with me as mate or wife<br>In every object I see you or find<br>Nothing appeals me even air or wind</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can’t murmur or sing<br>Can’t fly with crippled wing<br>Feet crumble and perform no dance<br>Eyes disobey and refuse to glance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have no reason to smile<br>How to offer or go along for a mile<br>Everything seems to be far away for while<br>I continue to live as if in exile</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dreams don’t invade me in night<br>Thoughts emerge and continue to fight<br>Tears gush often and simply occupy<br>Restless night descend to make me cry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It may be cowardice act if I leave the scene<br>Must looks normal so that pain isn’t seen<br>However to explore what can be done as best<br>In every sphere of life even if it is hard test</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time and tide may offer the resistance<br>To lead simple life may be our insistence<br>We will not leave the scene and fled away <br>Continue to find solution and honourable way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every morning may bring new message<br>Life may move on with smooth passage<br>We may care for precious time and save<br>Move on with mission and sail on waves</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hasmukh+Amathalal">Hasmukh Amathalal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=405266" data-title="Joy in life de Hasmukh Amathalal" data-description="There is no sensation or joy in life You are not with me as mate or wife In every object I see you or find Nothing appeals me even air or wind I can’t murmur or sing Can’t fly with crippled wing Feet crumble and perform no dance Eyes disobey..."></div> </div> </div>

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