There Is No Joy

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“No there is no joy at all” I come across statement when call upon People do express and I listen to their woes Life for them is certainly cruel when moves I think it from many angles Gout and search answer in jungles I find joyous atmosphere Birds and animals have their love to move here It is not difficult to face Any challenge with able body in race It become all the more troublesome When poverty hunts and situation is not welcome Someone’s child has incurable disease Someone’s life is not at all at ease Everybody has some problems with journey The way open for them is only prayer to almighty It has led them to believe in invisible fear This is how mankind thinks and resorts to prayers Tries to address it by some charitable work Some people try to preach with noble words Rich and poor have different definition Rich sees in it as blessings for recognition Poor curses fate but believes in noble deeds In short entire human race is infested with greed “Why to bother about next birth “some one may argue Why to die like insect and meet death? Others may try to view Let anything happen to others I shall take care of myself and only bother “Hell with all speculations” Many may point out and hurl accusations If god was lenient with our plight He might have not created position to fight

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