Happiness - Poem by Ershad Mazumder
Whatever place you live in
Be it Irving, springs or Dallas
Live in happiness.
You left your sweet home
And your beloved mom
In search of happiness.
But I know you are still roaming
For your desired happiness
War has made the happiness a fugitive
You will never meet her again.
Do you remember that flowing river
Ever smiling golden crop fields
All around your home.
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