Joie de vivre
The Joie de vivre,
Lies in the summer mornings ,
Thats the earliest sunrise of the year,
When the Sun rays touches the peak of the mountains,
The cool breeze which you have craved for,
In the long summer days.
The joie de vivre,
Lies in the monsoons,
Thats the earth that smells pleasant ,
When the first rains hits the ground,
Then the sand absorbs its share of water
& Now the flowers bloom into its beauty.
The joie de vivre ,
Lies in the long nights of the winter,
When the cold don't allow us ,
To get out from our cozy armchairs,
& when the homes seek the warmth of the sun ,
In the short afternoons .