Welcome back friends for a great post accompanied with another wonderful creation in poetry. So, basically, what happiness evokes to you? Yes, I know, the various pleasures life can offer. We all go through several difficult challenges some becoming tragedies in our lives. Happiness is somewhat elusive, ethereal, not long-lived, because it fades away and it is natural. As life and death, you can consider it a cyclic event of happiness-sadness. Have you never noticed? You may be sad or morose because something is not alright for you but the people around might be smiling and laughing. These two dual emotions co-exist, and they alternate just as winter dies out to make place for summer, sadness is somewhat subdued in the long run to give place to happiness. Thus, Happiness is a precious gift, one given like much more by an altogether cosmic being out there and even if you do not believe in the existence of a supernatural force well beyond our limits of our understanding. Just not bother about that, think it rather like a magical feeling which soothes our pain and give rise to new rays of hope.
In my poem, I rather translate the feelings of a persona who really love (what kind of love depends on your perception) a certain person called Mary who wish her all happiness and not even an ounce of sadness. Already, we can only imagine how much that voice loves the individual referred to as Mary in the poem. It is also a call for hope for a better world, but let’s rather enjoy the poem:
Don’t forget your happiness, Mary!
Mary, Mary at this time,
Merry all along the way
Wish should you never say
‘What’s the date today?’
Enjoy the busy party till nine
Oh! What’s there to worry?
Don’t look away from your friends
Ah! To your duties should you not fend
Groove to this rhythm with no end
In this world for you, there’s no hurry
Mary, Mary at this instance,
Overwrought with this light in your mind
Free yourself; the chains you do not find
Your industrious self to which you bind
My Mary, overlook their importance!
Oh! Don’t you tie you back?
To the endless paths you err for peace
Are living as if on lease
Feel the freshness of the inner trees
In this world for you, can there be no more lack
But we are all destined to the slavery
Fated to this swift universe, my poor Mary!
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