Mr. Happiness - Wanted Poem by Mayank Mehta

Once there was a time,
He ever used to eat lime.
He cried aloud cause something wasn’t fine,
He said, ” I don’t have a toy of mine.”
Mother then gave a wheel and a stick, as straight as line.
Happiness made his eyes to get back their shine.

What if the world is the same?
Life would be easy, not a game.
Today, everyone fight for their fame,
Due to this, prison gets a plate inscribed with their name.

The happiness is lost due to a new emotional breed,
Which is none other than selfish greed.
Everyone has become corrupt for their own need,
The value of trunk is now less than a seed.

The world could be changed with a light of hope,
It is not easy as throwing a rope.
Purify yourself with satisfaction and happiness as soap,
I’m sure, you will be the next Pope.