I wake up happy.
I look at the sun
It says
I am here to make you happy.
I look at the flowers.
They say be happy,
We are here to make you happy.
The hills, skimmed with strolling mist;
And decked in blue and purple,
The mountains gently looking down from their high perches:
Don't you know us?
We are here for you.
Yes I know you all.
You are all close to my heart;
You are here to make me happy.
I looked at man
Eyes roving, restless and grim
Lips darkened with a cynical pride,
Occupied, ambitious and selfish,
And passed me by, unconcerned,
I dare not stop him.
I dare not stop
To ask him if he were there
To make me happy.
The one I loved
Died in a spray of gunfire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful depiction of hustle and bustle nature of man's life, who in his restless quest for material acquisition has lost touch with Nature's beauty. A well articulated poem insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Beeharry.