The Secrets of Happiness
The gloomy weather of loneliness,
Dark clouds of sadness .
All set aside when you get greeted with people's sweetness
And you start to question how is this world filled with this much kindness
I question who is the richest
They say the one who is wealthiest,
To me they are depressed
With a lot of pain left unexpressed.
Richest is the one who got alot of people to look after
one's with whom he can celebrate life's each chapter .
One's with whom he cherishes moments that matter
People to whom he goes to when he gets shattered.
Life is a gift
But without people it's a deadlift.
So live life to the fullest,
And in the end I hope you become the richest...
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