maryam kazmi

(England)

Inside my happiness


Inside my happiness, there is nothing
But happiness for me

Inside my happiness, the colours are
So bright and vivid and i am able
To see everything clearly

Inside my happiness, there was no
Dark times because in my happiness
The sun always shines

Inside my happiness, there is no
Pain, there is no fear
And there is certainly no doubt

Inside my happiness, we all live as
One and there is peace
For all beings

Inside my happiness, addiction never happened
Inside my happiness, there are no sorrows
And no tears, so the hurt doesn’t exist
Inside my happiness, there is god
And he planned all this for me

Inside my happiness, there is nothing
But happiness for me

Submitted: Thursday, February 24, 2011

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