It slowly changes, different
The meaning of happiness
From mere sweets and toys
To tons of lux and achievements
It starts to grow, expand
The place you call home
Was a house with two floors
Now the whole space and earth
It keeps increasing, maximize
The feeling of ambition
Not just the best in class
But the leader of humankinds
It's going forward, never backward
The live you've had now
Force you to know the world
And take away your innocence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, that's true. The colour and odour of happiness keep changing through corridors of times. If grown-ups get some time to look back, it's really an amazing feelings. The tastes, likes/dislikes, needs, wants, expectations, all went through an everchanging nature of reality. Your poem has been liked by me very much. A beautiful poem, indeed. Thanks for sharing.