Paradise of Happiness

  

Sitting since morning by the side of a window,

Looking at the rain drops that soak the nature’s glow.

Dark clouds burst at daytime with swing of drip,

Thunders amuse the Earth with tearing light and bleep.

With intermittent wind blow, dribble drenches the body;

On footers rush hastily to be under a shady.

Keeping my job aside and looking towards horizon;

Enjoying the lazy life, even lightning can’t disturb the absorption.

Suddenly, glancing at the step of the house stair;

Standing a teenage beggar, looking meagre.

Hoping to get something, not complying with disaster;

Wandering from door to door, only increases the suffer.

Rain-wet limbs tremble, dirty lean face turns mum;

Happiness reappears in the vision as you put coin in the palm.

Sufferings are miserable for homeless, taking shelter on pavement;

The proletariat finds the paradise of happiness in a torn blanket.