Happiness Potion

Last night I wandered into a jungle in my dreams,

Picturesque it was with fruit laden vines and flowing streams.

I was looking for something I knew,

It was to see where the tree of happiness grew.

Something stirred deep inside the inky blue darkness, 

A figure in a white robe appeared suddenly, his face reflecting calmness.

“What is it you are looking for my child? “

On hearing my query, he softly smiled.

Happiness doesn’t grow on trees nor is it brewed,

It appears when you are blessed with fortitude and gratitude.

Happiness is when you learn how to share,

And seek blessings for the needy in your prayer.

When you are content with what you have on your plate,

Trust me, you are at the door of happiness gate.

Do you remember a deed you did so fine?

Believe me, you had then connected with happiness hotline.

Not to have immoral thoughts about any living being,

Surely, God of happiness on you is beaming.

Lending a helping hand to the old and the infirm,

Your seat on the happiness bus is thus confirmed.

Twinkling benevolently at my astonished face,

He waved a goodbye and disappeared into space.

I woke up in the morning with one single thought,

That happiness potion is within you and cannot be sought.