Scattered everywhere in nitty-gritty of life
No one ever tries to pick it out and shine
Wanderers, as we are, searching for it
In the eternity or in the cosmic hallows.
A single dew-drop at the green edge of the grass
Why greener pasture we do want ?
Missing all those propitious pleasures
Happiness, culminating in ennui.
To forget and forgive the mistakes of the past
To look at the world as if it has just born
To feel that intangible bond with Mother Earth
Happiness is that what I called.
Shared with and inspired by Poets United‘s Midweek Motif ~ Happiness