Happiness Poem by bakuli bhakali

The young girl next door
Isn't happy.
As her dear Dad didn't get a new toy,
Although she had many to play with.
But the boy sitting on the floor
Of the temple seems happy
With no toy
But a stray dog to play with.

The girl
Pure like a dove.
She's lost in dream
And happy.
But the boy holding the pearl,
Got for his lady love.
Long for the dream that is grim
Is again unhappy.


The unhappy lady next to you
Is unhappy to see you happy.
The happiness of the man next to you
Fade away.
Because, there are only a few
Who will be happy
To view
Happiness of others in any way.

So, dear! Young or old
Boy or girl
Man or Woman
All are more or less jealous!
They can't bear and behold
Happiness of another girl
Or another gentleman.
Happiness itself conspires as it's conspicuous.