One man searched for happiness.
He traveled far and wide.
He wanted to experience happiness
at least once...before he died.
He visited many cities,
he hiked the mountains,
he walked along many a beach.
Yet the happiness he so desperately sought
seemed to hover out of reach.
He never found his happiness…
many who seek it...never can,
and after years of searching for it...
he died…an unhappy man.
Another man never searched for happiness
yet he found it every day
in the myriad of things and people
he met along his way.
"How is it you've never searched for happiness" he was asked,
"but with happiness you have been blessed? "
"Why would I search for something...." he smiled.
"That all this time…I have possessed? "
Happiness is a state of mind and you won't get searching it at other places. Beautifully inked. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Excellent. Well written.