Happiness And Joy Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

There is nothing like happiness and joy
Some may come very late to annoy
The ship has left the port
Only you are awaited to deport

One silver line makes you happy
The neck tightened and kept ready
Some respite in form of happiness takes over
You are at liberty to enjoy it with defensive cover

The soul was hunted in desperation for cover
Your pain and agony was continuous and not over
You had not lost hope and prayed for happy end
You got everything back including friends

Why do people desert you in critical days?
Why do they send or push you away?
Don’t they think same days may not remain?
Happiness may take over and relieve the pain

This is finest hour in life and mission
There should remain no more confusion
Anything may happen at any moment
There is no fun in cursing or passing the comments