Believe Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

I wake up happy.
I look at the sun
It says
I am here to make you happy.

I look at the flowers.
They say be happy,
We are here to make you happy.

The hills, skimmed with strolling mist;
And decked in blue and purple,
The mountains gently looking down from their high perches:
Don't you know us?
We are here for you.

Yes I know you all.
You are all close to my heart;
You are here to make me happy.

I looked at man
Eyes roving, restless and grim
Lips darkened with a cynical pride,
Occupied, ambitious and selfish,
And passed me by, unconcerned,

I dare not stop him.
I dare not stop
To ask him if he were there
To make me happy.
The one I loved
Died in a spray of gunfire.