Is there any one who does not need happiness
In this world of grief? Tell me frankly; my dear,
When you are pelted with sorrow; wounded heart,
Your tears and grief needed care; your eyes to sky,
I know, you are seeking peace; peace to ease sigh
If your slumber lost, you lost your peaceful sleep,
You pray for sleep and consider yourself, a creep,
Those who lost the peace, they search the peace
Kneeling, bowing, prostrating; inner chaos to cease,
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Is there any one who does not need happiness In this world of grief? Tell me frankly; my dear, When you are pelted with sorrow; wounded heart, Your tears and grief needed care; your eyes to sky, - - - -absolutely nailed this! ! ! !