No fogs so far
The sun shines a lot
Though December is here
But the temperatures are not so low
That happiness of eating peanuts
Tucked inside the quilt
It's still not possible
As if happiness is a product
With the highest price tag
December is not December
It has a stranger's face
I am trying to recognize it
Meanwhile I recognize something else
The true face of your love
That was just self-love!
Happiness is a product with the highest price tag......I differ with you about that analysis. Money can't always buy happiness. Even a simple person can lead a happy and peaceful life dear Nosheen. Your title provides enough foods to your readers. Top marks..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great expression.....thanks for sharing...