Moment of joy..

Joy comes when heart is happy,
Joy expands when I write about mappy,

Each and every definition of joy hold true,

Each and every definition has been derived from some clue.

One day I was sitting under a tree:

And I thought what can be joy for me

The surprise element to know was,

My joy was all associated with that distant flower vas,

Each and every flower in that vas has been collected by her.

Each and every petal smells her fragrance

When I see varied colors in vas,

I notice her skillful art.

When I see that greenish leave,

I realize how lucky this stupid bee is.

When I see that brown stem,

I get a chance to stare her at a glance.

My joy is not because of that distant flower vas,

But it’s because of her who filled empty flask.

If this joy is derived from some logic

Then I will definitely call it a magic

The magician is she who plays music

With some artistic tricks.

May be one day I will see her with vas

May be one day she will swing with me free of bars

My joy story is long and lengthy

My toy story is all about being senti

If at all I get a chance to say something

Then I will only keep a page around and sing

I cannot say anything but at least I can rhyme

I cannot make anything but at least I can have her as my shine

My moment of joy

And story of toy

Are similar in nature

As story is all about some special creature.