Happiness is a tragic dream
Not in accord with our lives
Whereas, contentedness
has the power to create
A far purer being
From deep within ourselves
Yet, we keep on repeating
things that we are told
to achieve happiness
All alone at the end
No one left to hold on to
we break and we fall
deep into the realms of hell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem