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ON THE WINGS OF JOY by Latika Teotia

I was sitting at my study table and surrounded by clutter of papers, pens, laptop and cell phones when suddenly...

 ...a house sparrow came and sat on the ledge of the closed glass window of my air conditioned room. Human beings have long since banished this poor winged creature from their household by closing their doors and windows. It is as if we have blocked joy and liveliness from our lives. Yet I found this tiny winged creature had no anxiety and no fear. It was chirpy and full of life as if defying this banishment. She was lively and spirited. If she could fly on the wings of joy, why couldn’t I ???



On The Wings of Joy
by Latika Teotia

On The Wings of Joy I shall soar
And forget the problems of yore.
On The Wings of Joy I shall fly,
I shall not let life just pass me by.
On The Wings of Joy I shall sail,
Of hope I shall leave a visible trail.

On The Wings of Joy I shall glide,
From anxiety to liveliness I will slide.
On The Wings of Joy I shall ride,
Life is fun with nothing to hide.
On The Wings of Joy I shall flutter,
From my life I will get rid of all the clutter.

Yes, on The Wings of Joy I shall fly, fly and fly,
And create a world full of hope, love and joy.
On The Wings of Joy I shall fly

On The Wings of Joy I shall fly, fly, fly…...





Latika Teotia: “My life is dedicated to Special Children and Women who need support. Also, being from an army background, I am able to help War-Widows, and the Women whose husbands are posted in fields. You may connect with me via my website here, my 'Have Wings, Will Fly Facebook page here, or Twitter here



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