Happiness
The men drowned in darkness
are blind. Even in the light of
corporeal fire, they cannot find
the true happiness of life.
Happiness is innocent
like the gentle wind of spring.
It is fragarant. It spreads
like the aroma of sandals.
Go and fetch for happiness
you will find it somewhere
hidden beneath your own soul.
Copyright © Shruti Amar | Year Posted 2010
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