Happiness, Do I Know

by Venkat


Happiness, is it written
On our golden spoons

Happiness, is it discovered
on the valleys, of our palms

Happiness, is it ignited
on white flames of our moon

Happiness, is it buried
on the peak, across seas

Happiness, do I know
Maybe not

Unhappiness, I do know
Walking bare feet
On broken shards

an urn of glass to carry
every dawn to night
on oily paths of this world

Stand, I cannot, forever
Run, I cannot dream

This happiness, fragile. to secure
By strong feet, by these eyes
Treasure till the night passes
As those rays of warmth, bring
Afresh another, through the window
for another day

image: http://www.aladyinlondon.com


2 Responses to “Happiness, Do I Know”

  1. Happiness is a ‘will-o-the-wisp’ deflated by a pine needle . . .


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