Aniruddha Pathak

Rookie - 254 Points (25.05.1941 / Godhra - Gujarat)

A merry heart is much-honed art Poem by Aniruddha Pathak


The whole of me when felt a rare buoy
From within, which when felt out was joy,
And a source was of my smile,
Which I saved safe in my mind’s file
To bring it forth when the spring of joy dried
For reasons that all logic defied,
But when I recopied the smile
From my mind’s reserved file,
The smile the source was of the river of my joy.
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A merry heart doeth good like medicine—
- Bible proverb b 17.22.
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- Musings | 10.03.11 |

Submitted: Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, November 26, 2013
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