Happiness Poem by ritty patnaik

a dear friend abroad
a sweet song
a soft morning,
on the grave of sorrow.
a flying bird, high in the sky,
without oars!
a rivulet miandering
in the midst of the forest
or a little shade in a sunny morn.
happiness!
cannot be bought
in resturants or roadside,
or from liquor bars..
not from the honey,
in the beehives!

happiness,
half dream state,
of a early morning song.
a morsel of food
for the beggar
a polythene roof
for the four walls.

it is a picture of a
panaromic view
which measures itself
in the heart of darkness.
a spellbound feeling of,
smugness, with endless joy.

or a sad tune,
of violin......
can be happiness.