Irony Poem by jayanta sengupta

Happiness on the face,
Pain inside the soul,
Pretending to win every race,
But actually trying to console.

Praying every morning to GOD,
And hurting others in all ways for our own good.
Trying to get everything that is wished,
Forgetting humanity, which is missed.

Still we are all HAPPY
Whatever we do,
Satisfying ourselves with things,
Which are never true.

Lying to ourselves every day and night,
Even after realizing what we have done is not right.