Happiness Poem by krithika seshadri sudarsanam

A treasury created For Him

That can never be brought

From else & surely not bought

For a price.

A precious gift For Him

That can never be over-ridden

By else & surely fails to be hidden

For a longer time.


A special trick For Him

The dirt & surely spicks

That can never fail to pick

.For a shorter time.


A medicine For Him

That can never be miles

Away & surely bring smiles

For everlong.



A boon For Him

That can never be a grant

To all but surely drives rant

For miles away.

A goal For Him

That can never be reached

By mere teach & surely preach.

For anyone.



A part of soul For Him

That can never be gained

Through things & never surely through outside fain

For any amount.



A magic trick For Him

That can never be earned

Through barter & surely never thro' learned

For any just sake.



An attire For Him

That can never be worn

By all but could be surely sworn

For a short while.

A special strength For Him

That can rarely never be a cue

To others but it surely adds hue

For the perk attained.



A blessing For Him

That can never be shared

Until from within & is surely cared

For a much time long.

An essential need For Him

That can never fail to give joy

To all & surely could be enjoyed

For lifetime if tried.