Treasure Island

Merina Dahal

(1998-5-2 / Nepal)

Happiness


What is happiness?
That I am searching for
Being docile is not me
Trying to find happiness has led
Me to disgrace and sorrow
My life has been a mess
But also I am moving ahead searching
The Pursuit Of Happiness
I only heard that
After sorrow its time for happiness
But pain has now become my life
Peace and Joy is running out of my life
I want to feel the pinch of happiness
What I am missing right now?
I want to live strrugling
But not leaving the joy and merry life
I am dying day by day
But not really giving up what I have gained
Hoping that happiness others call
Be mine some day...............

Submitted: Friday, November 01, 2013
Edited: Friday, December 13, 2013

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