Happiness…a shadow!

Peace is an interval
Between two wars’ they say.
So is happiness, a shadow
Only, of a world where the
Summer has now receded.
Mind is a crazy phenomenon,
Always running after that joy.
Our desires often put its face
In the hive of the stinging
Wasps, of misery, ready to harm us.

Dreams moistened with tears
Blooms as flowers of agony,
Saddening the mind in its wake.
Where do we look for truth,
And beauty, while we are engaged
In seeking every day, a coach to rest,
Among the beds of arrows?

We are pleased to adorn a golden mask,
On the face of our conscience
And always grin, to please others…