The face of a baby makes me smile,
The phases of life makes me sad.
Be a child throughout your life,
Face the phases with a smile.
But why does life make you sad?
Is it because you are bad,
Or is it because you forget,
That you were that baby on that cradle,
Who laughed at every grave situation where you were assumed to be sad.
At that time they said you were a child,
But don't you know that is the one that you are still,
The same name, the same soul, the same child you are.
Decipher your life
And understand the myth,
There is nothing in this world to be sad.
Happiness is nature,
Happiness is us,
Rest are all manufactured here.
Boycott the alien feelings away
Live with a smile of what you are made.
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