Happiness is not what our toil begets
But a state of mind;
It is not stored in stacks,neither is it
The glorious things.
What's happiness when a neighbour
Swims in a pool of melancholy
And his kind floats in an ocean of bliss?
Happiness lives in an ambience of calm
Where man and his environment are cohabitants,
Not when a man kills to feed his ego
And feels that happiness is his kind
Not when he cheats or discriminates
Against his clans to get euphoria that
Begets him happiness,
To be happy levies no victim of any blood
Than creating happiness for all.