I feel happy when the net is fast,
I feel happy when the perfume
lasts.
I feel happy when the rains hit
the ground;
I feel happy when her silence is
the sound.
I feel happy when my rose milk is chilled;
I feel happy when my stomach is
filled.
I feel happy when there’s a happy end;
I feel happy when a shoulder she
lends.
I feel happy that I have no foes;
I feel happy if I can touch my
toes.
I feel happy when songs do play;
I feel happy when “come home” she
says.
I feel happy when I make an ad;
I feel happy when I train a lad.
I feel happy if the chocolate’s
dark;
I feel happy when she takes me to
the park.
I feel happy when I read a book;
I feel happy when I do a shoot.
I feel happy if no one frowned;
But I don’t feel happy when she’s
not around.
2 comments:
Awwww :) 'chilled rose milk' - now, that's an awesome childhood memory :)
Thanks Hema :)
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