We’re looking for things;  that Happiness brings

And never are really pleased.

For Happiness has got, tied to a rod

And reality completely ceased.

 

We go looking  for flowers and orchids on towers,

And beautiful mementoes of hope.

When we see something glitterin’, mind-boggling and stutterin’

We say “Yes” instead of “Nope”.

 

There are jewels and crowns and pleasing air,

There is a whole wide town and dazzling lair,

Yet, as the day ends, we turn off light

And all this aren’t enough to drive the scare.

 

We are looking for things; of fashions and blings

And the cuteness that it definitely brings.

We aren’t looking for happy, smiling and yapping

Of screaming the joy and grins.

 

We will go back to back from where it all started,

Repair that part within us.

Of being happy and glee; of joy and being free,

And start the journey thus.