POEM – The secret of happiness

The secret of happiness

High in the sky

Birds fly

Says a bird ‘Hark’

Yes, it’s a lark.

On its wings

It sings

In full delight

In its flight.

It does remind

The idle mind

To quickly find

The reason behind

Its eternal merriment.

What secret has it

For its soaring spirit?

While it files

It makes musical cries

While making musical cries

Higher and higher it flies.

Here its secret lies –

Laziness fails

For idleness brings sadness

And activity generates jubilance.

M.M.L.M HALEEL