Fugitive Happiness - Poem by Ershad Mazumder
Whatever place you live in
Be it Irving Springs or Dallas
Live in happiness.
You left your sweet home
And your beloved mom
In search of happiness.
But I know you still are roaming
For the desired happiness
War has made the happiness a fugitive
You will never meet her again.
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