Happy Man Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

Happy Man

Happy Man, yes you can
Throw your hands up to the sky
As those angels in the air
Come on dancing to the ground

Morning dew, golden hue
Silver skies sings out the breeze
As the ripples in the lake
All came still and wet on a page

Daffodils, had murdered time
And that clock forgot to chime
See that bird fly away
Refusing  to sing for you again anymore

Saddened lines, honey sweet
Happy ones are rotten meat
What remains is just ourselves
Countimg wins in our defeats

Slow to walk, slow to talk
Do we count on all its pace
Time was fast with moments slow
As unread books on some strange face

Waiting time tested truth
Unsmart phones crush in our hands
Bridges sank in quicksand minds
With red nectar flowing out of our eyes

Happy Man, dont despair!
See those papers in the air
Or are they dancing angels on the fall?
To be torn and trashed in disdain

Hang on there in the air
Sing your song and sweetly grin
Moments are, rejoiced with tears
Do you think you need to care anymore

Friday, December 28, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: happy
Gajanan Mishra 28 December 2018

Waiting time tested truth, great line

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Avik Datta Gupta 29 December 2018

Thank You Mr.Gajanan

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