Happiness – Self Inflicted

In this world of possession,
Where, criticism creates frustration.
Sufferings and pain have easy flow,
Negativity and jealousy are in full glow.
Where emptiness is all around,
Pessimism can easily be found.
Intolerance growing day by day,
Depression is like the fever of hay.
Now hate and anger are spontaneous,
Stress and worries are simultaneous.
People are violent by choice,
And nothing is left to rejoice.
Now someone is needed to sow a smile,
A smile, that no one is able to defile.
Who will do this favor to us?
It is in fact tough to guess.
So raise your head to find a reason,
For, celebration needs no season.
No one is there to wipe thy tear,
So stand up now and have no fear.
Coz’ when we get really addicted,
Happiness can be self inflicted.

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Nikita Mehendiratta

Such a Beautiful Poem


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