Happiness Frozen Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Happiness Frozen



There was once this man. Let's call him Ted,
Twenty-four-by-seven happy made;
Good lord, isn't it too odd?
I almost see Him nod,
One happy all the time's nigh but dead!
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Happenings, humour | 20.03.2017 |

Sunday, February 3, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: happiness,humour
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This year's World Happiness Report: If India is not among the top ten, we understand, nor if almost at the bottom. Without disputing it, perhaps what is measured is wellness. But is not too much wellness boring? True happiness is hard to be measured. I feel happiness hangs little with GDP, comforts of life and the like, it being a state of mind. Okay, but this ditty has a different take. He, happy all the time is nigh but dead!
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Aniruddha Pathak

Aniruddha Pathak

Godhra - Gujarat
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