Happiness Poem by Badia Beiho

Every morning is beautiful shinin' for me,
Every Short night is a miracle for me
I asked Mama, "Why do these things made for me? "
She replied, "Yes, For sons and daughters, my son"
The rains come and the plants seem'd happy and then
I took a lot of carrots from a garden,
Asked Daddy, "I was given without suppress? "
He said, "God Loves those who loved him, my dear son"

One day I went to the hospital and there
A women whisper'd to my ear, "Boy, not much! "
And gave her not less than twenty five rupees;
I asked, "What makes you smile and happy as fair? "
She said, "Hospitality makes us unity"

A lame man with stick call'd me somewhere the street
"Hey Gentleman, take me into the room's five"
Then, Heavy storm play'd the streets, I asked Lame man,
"Another smile? " But he laughed and said, "What's your name? "
He gave me exactly twenty five rupees
"This much will never spare me again - yesterday! "
"My name's Buddey. This much makes you're smilin'! Let's Go,
It's not your pride but you are there for my pride"

Yes, There is another side of happiness
Another side - crushed or illimited war
Centuries' failed - and not the MOMENT.