"Psst" I whispered
To the man walking by
My fingers curled
To bade him here.
"What's the meaning of happiness"
I questioned him.
"It's the sun that shines,
The clouds, the grass, the flowers and words. Yes, words."
He said with a convincing look
And so I thought
I'd have a look.
'The sun that shines'
– How the hell do I reach the sun?
Skip.
"The clouds"
–can't reach it either.
Skip.
"The Grass"
– they never seem to reply me
Next.
"The flowers"
– They're all wilting already.
Next.
"Words"
– What are words?
And so I waited
At the same spot the next day
To question that very same man.
but he never came
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 7:25 AM UTC
"Psst" I whispered
To the man walking by
My fingers curled
To bade him here.
"What's the meaning of happiness"
I questioned him.
"It's the sun that shines,
The clouds, the grass, the flowers and words. Yes, words."
He said with a convincing look
And so I thought
I'd have a look.
'The sun that shines'
– How the hell do I reach the sun?
Skip.
"The clouds"
–can't reach it either.
Skip.
"The Grass"
– they never seem to reply me
Next.
"The flowers"
– They're all wilting already.
Next.
"Words"
– What are words?
And so I waited
At the same spot the next day
To question that very same man.
but he never came
We miss happiness
While searching for it.
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