Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Being Joyful Is Nice


To be joyful is a smashing feeling
Then, emotions simply begin to rock
It turns to be the time, to be happy
Happiness gains its strength
A smiling face is beginning to perform
The tune of melodious music is the secret behind it
As I love listening to songs when love is within them
Can be slow as well as hard rock
Music is always so soothing
At times I even feel like doing some moves although, dancing is something I do not know
Still, I have no regrets as I am joyful with things, which I can at least do.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 11, 2013

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