It’s vital what you have, not what you don’t,
Some birds can’t fly, though wings they flaunt.
Happiness by its own finds you, no one will bring,
It’s just a hidden diamond in a copper ring.

What is bad, what is good,
For centuries, we can’t understood.
Humans are born with a cry, and die with a cry,
Happiness is only a wing which makes you fly.

Isn’t the light of hell and heaven the same?
It’s only a matter of where it’s placed.
Everything is duality with one face,
Without dark night, you don’t know moon’s grace.