Neither a commodity grocer can sell,
Nor a diagnose doctor can prescribe a pill.
Neither a fiefdom rich can command
Nor the enemy, a poor can not posses.
Always hoping moment to moment;
Every one is searching as it is lost.
But a treasure, always lying within your self.
A mystery created by of his Might
To engage the existence, whole of life.
i read many poems about happiness, a poet who writes about happiness is brave to speak about this controversial matter, your poem between the poems i read is special
Friend, how beautifully you said, happiness is neither the possession of rich nor the poor. It is there in the heart peaceful, loving man. Great truth! Thanks for sharing it. Marks 10 Rekhamandagere
A fine way to show that happiness can't be measured or evaluated, but only be felted in each of us, a 'mistery' that makes the 'whole of life'.Very nice poem..Cristina Teodor
A thought provoking writhe! Glad that you are coming a long way in the poetry world, keep it up my friend! I will always be by your side! Love and Peace for always! RDV
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Rich in depth and imagery. Beautifully conceived. Happiness lies in heart. A poignant write indeed. I rate it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2.