You cannot trap it in a box;
it's not a thing you tightly grip.
It's in the breeze of summertime,
as rain is falling drop by drip.
Though happiness machines are made
to capture all our plans and schemes,
a tethered wish can never fly,
but often crashes with our dreams.
And happiness cannot be bought,
for treasure builds anxiety,
as fortunes made and fortunes lost
are patterns carved by history.
You cannot keep in on a shelf;
it can't be pickled, canned, or stored.
It comes and goes but never hides,
within a dark magicians hoard.
And no machine can make it stay;
it's in the budding of a rose.
It's in the laughter of a child;
it's in a kiss I would suppose.
It's here, where seasons come and go,
when youth and passion are the rage,
and too, when youth and passion fade,
it's in the wisdom of the sage.
You know quite well what I will say.
Oh yes, it's not so hard to find.
It's in your heart and attitude;
just look around, and use your mind.
It's in your family living room,
it's scattered all across your lawn,
it's in the setting of the sun.
and in the wakening of dawn.
Happiness resides within,
yet it is almost everywhere,
it's in the preciousness of life,
it's in our every hope and prayer.
Entire poem carries the spirit of the poem but the last stanza is such a treat to the heart and soul. This is a cut above the rest 'Happiness resides within.... yet it is almost everywhere'. Thanks a lot.
Thanks Rajnish. The concluding lines of a poem are always the most important. Glad you found these to be a treat to the heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true feeling. We have to practise to feel it.So nicely rendered.
Yep. We have to pay attention to the things that matter. Thanks for commenting.