I have lost my happiness.
I was holding it in my palm,
Close to my chest
Close to my heart
The safest place I could imagine,
But it quietly slipped,
Through my fingers and vanished;
It has left no trace.
What am I to do now?
I do not want to be unhappy,
And burden my life.
Already I miss the pleasant feel,
The naughty tingle
That filled my body head to toe.
I will soon forget to smile,
I may not again hear the sound of my laughter,
I could even lose the sparkle that lights up my eyes;
The colours of joy, I do not see.
I have scratched the earth and probed my mind,
There is no sign of my happiness,
I cannot mourn its loss,
I had promised never to shed my tears.
O My happiness, do not forsake me
Please come back to me.
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Yes sir. We all try to encaptivate our. Happiness. We never want to lose it but many times when we lose our happiness that we realise it's true value. Beautiful poem. Thank-you.