I sought that smile of a child;
The gay abandon of its laughter;
That moment of joy, which I grope for;
Lost somewhere, to someone;
Tied to some unknown tether;
Every tug to pull the strings of my heart
To make me wrench in pain or cry in joy;
Yet I look outside, everywhere in search of that string;
That bond that will bind me to happiness?
I see that child again;
in that moment of playfulness
squeals of joy that rise high;
like a fledgling bird, which has learnt to fly;
from the earth to the skies…
it takes the thought of freedom;
to liberate oneself, to let go;
to break free from that tether;
to know, the ‘being happy’ is bound by none
It is that home in my heart;
Where the hearth glows
The life that breathes, lives, and cherishes
the living moment that could be
nothing more but just ‘happy’?
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