Hard to say what things doth one happy make,
Easier, what no happiness may fetch,
Like not else simple things happy times etch,
A top prize may not, nor a choicest cake.
The mind if opts henceforth happy to be,
Sunshine ‘bove, earth below, a happy bite,
A man modest, sun or rain, feels happy,
Not because, ah happy he feels despite.
And hay, happiness is no hill station
That a man's so eager sooner to reach—
A journey that has no destination,
Whatso that maketh passing moments rich!
Whereso, howso he be, happy he's still,
Be it valley, or crest of a tall hill.
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India ranks the fourth happiest country in the world after England, Canada and Sweden. It has been ranked among first ten for long (survey among 30 countries) . It is hard to believe that India ranks so high despite not being well developed and rich. What keeps our happiness quotient ticking? This short piece attempts to answer.
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Sonnets, Happenings | 01.01.06 |
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