Happiness Frozen
There was once this man. Let’s call him Ted,
Twenty-four-by-seven happy made;
Good lord, isn’t it too odd?
I almost see Him nod,
One happy all the time’s nigh but dead!
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This year’s World Happiness Report: If India is not among the top ten, we understand, nor if almost at the bottom. Without disputing it, perhaps what is measured is wellness. But is not too much wellness boring? True happiness is hard to be measured. I feel happiness hangs little with GDP, comforts of life and the like, it being a state of mind. Okay, but this ditty has a different take. He, happy all the time is nigh but dead! ______________________________________________________
Happenings, humour | 20.03.2017 |
Copyright © Aniruddha Pathak | Year Posted 2017
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