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Happiness!!: Comes from within

Some day,
Some wonderful day!
I'd seen you smile,
You were alive.

I rummaged through the pages of life,
And you faded into a blur.
If I had flipped with patience,
I might have bounced into that slur.
But there was none.
One minute there,
The next I looked gone.

Who were you?
I don't know.
Like scraps all strew
The hope grows.
The several arms of conception
Are extended
And there, a picture rose!

Where do I look
To find you?
The world is enormous
The dangers venomous.
But I shall proceed.
To see that smile
For that little while.

But in my way,
Nefarious rogues stand...
Do they?
Whose path is it?
Theirs?
I can shove them out.
I can jab and clout.

Then come the mighty oceans,
Whose whirlwinds can drown you.
But I snap my fingers, and lo!
The commotion
Unobtrusive as it may have been,
Completely diminishes.
There is no slop-slop, no slosh,
I can walk right over the crocs.

 Where do I next go?
But I've found you.
You are right here,
In my quest to find you,
I have shed many a tear.
But there, your smile,
For me, is ever so dear.

And perhaps I will see it
And you
Again and again
Wherever  I go
Further ahead,
Or back home.

So you were there, weren't you?
In the depths of my heart.
I roamed around,
The world- every part.
But when I found you,
Where had I been?
Right there.
Bull's eye!

And how do you smile?
I don't need to ask.
I stand before a mirror.
It does the task.
For all along I have been searching,
For that very face,
That lay concealed within me,
In today's rat-race. 





 

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