Organic Pleasure

Organic Pleasure short poem

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How happy those, who free from care,
Live life to the fullest, carpe diem
Sucking the delight out of the air
If only you could see them

No worries, just forever contentment
Simply living the simple life
No anger, no hate, no resentment
They have no worries, free from strife

The human takes many forms
A farmer, A worker, A mother
Doing what they love not abiding by social norms
A man, A woman, A lover

A smile on the face
Fruit stained teeth shine brightly
Wearing ripped shoes without lace
The boy thanks god nightly

The trash collector sorts through feces
Finding treasures amongst the unknown
Hands oily and greasy
Whistling happily all alone

So happiness is not material
It’s a state of mind
Not capitalistic or imperial
Manufactured or refined

Happiness is love
And love is for all
Fitting society live a glove
No matter how large, fat, or small

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Archana Kaul
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You have defined happiness with such simplicity… that it seems to be round the corner..!!

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