pursuing happiness like quarry.
Hunting it through concrete jungles,
down moneyed streets.
laying snares.
how does one capture this rare elusive creature happiness?
no answer so giving up, started just to live.
tried to be kinder, listened more,
smiled at strangers, took less for granted.
gave back.
sat silent for an hour a day,
allowed myself just to be.
grew flowers.
funny to say, it was then happiness found me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem