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lust for happiness
lust for happiness
Happy are the days ,
when i used to sit under the trees,
searching for cranberry.
Grown up now,
i am alive in a world full of hustle and bustle;
And where no human emotions exist ,
no hunting for joy and peace .
Where people craving after self interest;
Where are the gossips of early days lost ?
Nowhere else other then the loneliness that strives.
How can one be so much happy alone;
No No ;
This is just an impression which one pretends to be,
saying," Momma I am happy".
But only his inner heart and soul says-
"happy are those days, happy are those days".
