I Am Happy Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

I am happy and it’s the best way to be.
They can make something out of nothing.
Nothing always takes something
To give forth, to yield.
Those with nothing can’t make
Anything, not to mention something.
But! who are Those?
Busy themselves courting
Nothing with flashy something.
Their trick is something indeed.
Their something is their art
Nothing is special. “Nothing can breed
Something beats Something’s heart.
From naught to dots to a red rose,
And everything mine rendering.