S.D. TIWARI (December.1955 / India)
When I was child, used to be happy-
on getting new toys and new dress,
Grandma told the stories of angels, or
took to park grandpa my hands, held.
Mom prepared dishes of my wishes or
in the school, declared sudden holiday.
My friends knocked door asking go to play
or I got better marks than him, when he say.
When we won matches and got trophies
Waves touched my feet standing at beach.
When saw naughty act or smile of a child,
beautiful faces or the couple loving each.
When things are done wrong by others
I feel me superior, therefore got happier.
If my things went wrong tried to keep hide
became happy, when secretly I repaired.
Getting achieved my accomplishments
or cling what I need, I become happy;
and when the people admire my actions,
things come free of cost and effortlessly.
I always loved sharing fun and gossips,
felt most happy moments with my friends.
Happiness gets increased when it is shared
and sharing with friends, sadness is lessened.
Feeling of happiness enhanced greatly,
whenever I could make happy someone.
I felt happy keeping away sad situations,
I got happiness by attaining satisfaction.
Lastly, I realize happiness lies in own soul,
in one’s good conscience and good deeds.
Lord! who blessed everything to be happy
To keep Him happy too one should do things.
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