Happiness is something I always fear,
To me ,It is far away and never near,
Patient waiting for over severals years.
Happiness comes, but quickly disappears.
Few days of joy , followed by years of sorrows,
Will I ever get to see a happy tomorrow?
I am happy to be sad ,it forms my routine,
Cant just keep wiping my tears umpteen.
A moment of joy forces me to worry,
Any huge sorrow ,to make me teary?
My tears have dried now and let them be,
I am happy to be sad , as sad can be.
Smiles and laughter, not meant for me,
Darkness and sorrows are my cup of tea,
I fear happiness , it kills me.
Life is mourning,and thats it for me.
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