Santosh Sharma - Happiness

Neither a commodity grocer can sell,
Nor a diagnose doctor can prescribe a pill.
Neither a fiefdom rich can command
Nor the enemy, a poor can not posses.
Always hoping moment to moment;
Every one is searching as it is lost.
But a treasure, always lying within your self.
A mystery created by of his Might
To engage the existence, whole of life.

Santosh Sharma

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