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Happiness As My Goal
I wielded might. I've found it null and void.
With all my riches, I just get annoyed.
Did I not rest in the lap of grandeur?
Did this yet bless me with rock-hard valour?
I'm able to see a bloom as a bloom.
In marriages of times, I am a bridegroom.
Each scant blade of grass is a Bodhi tree.
With the season's changes, I must be free.
Wellness must spring from optimism and peace.
Boats of my untamed thoughts must be at ease.
I took pleasure, once, in arrow and bow.
Shouldn't I, for my forgiveness, pray now?
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Christuraj Alex
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