Lower Happiness Poem by Naveed Akram

Take a lower place is this institution we call happiness,
For then the dogmas are reduced, forever a pledge is witnessed.
This sadness is my place, letting freezing temperatures
Make us a simpleton, a sensible robe to wear.
For we extend our gratitude to those in dilemma,
Happiness is not my organisation to partake a role in,
For it sweetly deposits the glue of tranquil drums,
Wearing the repose of a celibate minority.

The instilled thoughts beat on the frowning head,
Sketches of the simple wastes are products in this factor,
My special resting area readies its frontage to
Lure the unsuspecting traveller who purchases duty
And conduct at the same price, costs are huge
So much due to the temperate region we find ourself in.