Waiting For The Train : A Poem For You

She is waiting for the train,steady, conscious, a bit shy, but not so embarrassed; and I have seen a fairy, a marmaid, looking so bright even at its dark complexion, not so surprised as she was aware of my presence, just right round her head, and I overwhelmed with an uncanny joy on her recognitions.

Where The Mind Is Without Joy

Where the mind is without joy- where the joy is hard to grab- where the grab is out of reach- then how can one be in search of joy! Where the surroundings are full of envoy- full of sorrows & agonies- where the sorrows are unbearable - and agonies untamed- then how can one be in search of happiness!