Joys of Sorrow…
Joys of Sorrow...
Nayan Ananda Goswami
Kissed by their laughter
and caressed by their cheerful giggles,
she cried for the child, she will never be able to bear.
Living next to an orphanage, her torn tarpaulin of a roof denies her the right to adopt.
They say her torn mind can’t let her be gainfully employed.
No one could make the pain go away when the sight and sound of happiness,
tugged at her sorrows, for what could never be.
How did she land up here.
She knows, just doesn’t care to share.
The joys of sorrow is hers alone, to live on.
Nayan Ananda Goswami lives to D.R.E.A.M. – Drink, Read, Eat, Amble (about),Music & Movies. A reclusive reluctant writer. In love & awe of the absence of the quintessential ‘Good over Evil’ in the 2 Indian epics.
