@mhaya8625 5 February 2022 more from that month

Whenever there is a drizzle of happiness With a cup of my grief I go out to pick happiness Even knowing this Where can the cup of sorrow be filled with joy? Just like in my soul The plant of grief has strengthened its roots Every wind of happiness in front of him Absolutely, ineffective And on the other hand To every sprouting bud of happiness The termite of grief is licked And I again Waiting for happiness Hold the cup of grief and sit down Even knowing this Where can the cup of sorrow be filled with joy? #2022#ownpoetry#life