
I always thought
that I could be happy,
really happy,
forever happy,
if only I could make myself love happiness.
Though I approached this strange kid,
though I pretended to be good
and as holy as humans can be,
I had nothing to say this ever smiling child.
All the standard stories
I had prepared for this heavy chore
of presenting myself to this world,
were not for her ears.
I could never make myself fill her head with such darkness.
Why should she know of the categories of suffering and where I fit,
about the worth that every person has to earn.
This kid looked at rainbow and reflections with marvel,
prayed before every meal, believed in every story told.
There was nothing I could say to her.
I could not make her see me, befriend me, understand me
without changing her into me.
Only my love for this happiness
stands in my way
of the heaven I have dreamt in futile.
Wonderful ❤️
Thanks a lot dear :)❤️
Your welcome 🙈😍💕
Don’t be despair of Allah’s mercy. In remembrance of Lord is hapinness.
Thanks you for your words of support 🙂 Means a lot 🙂
The kid will understand and make room for you.
They see the light of creativity which is shining through in your words
It just made me to move little bit towards my some of my counselling sessions with people
.I mean when they tell their issues
Loved it ñaani keep creating this kind of wonderful writings
😁😁 😁😁