Happiness - Poem by Jindaporn Asairat
A small square room which has a big black board.
And consists of many chairs and desks.
Many kids are sitting
While only one person is standing.
Holding some books on her hand.
Began asking an interesting question.
'What is happiness? '
Suddenly one kid says
'Having expensive toys is happiness.
'Toys make me happy.'
Second kid says.
'No, you don’t see the reality.'
'Money is the key to happiness.'
Another kid says.
'You all are crazy, happiness is freedom'
'Doing whatever I want makes me happy'
They start to disagree with each other so hard.
Just to find the meaning of happiness.
Are they really happy?
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