The Joy

Sitting alone in a corner

waiting for the brightness in the sky

The Sun to shine ,hidden behind clouds 

listening to the ticking of clock,

suddenly a bird alighted on the window sill ,

giving me hope . Is Joy

In the harsh chilling winds

braving the biting cold 

a little beggar boy  cleaning my 

lane,

 It was a Joy giving him hot milk and cake , that made my day .

My mom baking ,and cooking,

helping her to do little chores,

was Joy. 

I wondered is finding Joy in these little things or going out and doing great things ,

I was puzzled,  it dawned on me

doing things of value , to help someone is JOY

Archana Bendre