A writer lost his father,
his own kidney was
transplanted by a surgeon
and his son met with a
life threatening accident and
hence the particular
year was sad for him,
he wrote in his diary.
Soon his wife came,
mentioned below his comment
that the year was not full of
misery, but cheery.
Her nonagenarian father in law
left for his heavenly abode
as he was undergoing
untold sufferings
and excruciating pain.
Her husband's long-standing
problem was solved and her son
recovered from the accident
justifying the old adage
that 'one man's meat
is another's poison'.
Happiness, therefore, does not
come from external source.
The power to generate happiness
is the mental domain inside us.
Searching for it in others and
comparing with another's may
create problems and is a folly.
Affirmative thinking, actions
of our own, being satisfied
with what we have
would keep us jolly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is brilliant and perfect......