♥ a mirth in my heart

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How often do we smile, laugh or be merry?
It may be a hundred times a day, but how heartily?
Without caring who's around or what's around,
To bring forth pure happiness of the angels aground.

With childish laughter and joy inside,
With no fear, shyness or pride.
That even the wittiest looking comedian is turned to side,
How often do we laugh heartily turning every emotion of tide?

Being innocent and knowing nothing that stands by,
Even the most observed Discipline does not come by.
With flawless heart as a bird and no one to ask as I stand,
How often do we laugh heartily turning every emotion of tide?

There are cases of people dying of mourns,
Of some danger, death, or ill-happening that warns.
Of that life never enjoyed and every rule to abide,
How often do we laugh heartily turning every emotion of tide?

Everyone is complaining - we are not happy,
Work grabs us, we don't have time for mirth daily.
This is the place where we stand,
Always caring that Discipline has to be at hand.

I was too like that,
Laughing simply like that,
Then I learnt the gift of life,
The joyous, happy inner glide.

Living and dying once is the only gift given to us,
You and me need to utilize before anyone can grab hold of us.
Singing, rejoicing and cherishing its every lyric in my heart,
I will always laugh whenever there's a mirth in my heart.

© Saramitra

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