Palas Kumar Ray

(India)

Wishes


I wish you a very happy New Year
because I can only wish but I can not

make you happy unless you yourself
want to make yourself truly happy.

Happiness is certainly a seed of wish
which need to exist there embedded

within your own self, within your heart
which need be nourished by pouring

little moisture of love, care and hope
which you derive from others in turn

by making them happy by your deeds
to allow it grow into a happiness tree.









© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Edited: Saturday, June 07, 2014

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  • Mamta Agarwal (1/19/2010 10:10:00 AM)

    said like Buddha; if we love ourselves, we stop making others suffer. how can any body make another happy if he or she is not happy. yes we can hope, wish and pray, rest is up to you.

    good word play as always

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