Teacher said – Smile,
Smile, Smile, like a Sun
Kid asked – How about at
night?
Teacher said - Be soft and
tender like a flower smiling always
Student asked – How about a
day or two after when it is dried
So are we
Who
Lost our glee
What is taught
Never
Stays in our thought
We show faces
To
All advices
We
Search for happiness
Till
Filled with drowsiness
Happiness
Cannot be taught
Should be
Felt from our heart
In all that we do
Happiness
Should be the glue
[Abstract from my book 'Five to Fifty Search Never Ends']
