Happiness

By Mahir Vasudev

As I opened the curtains the sun glistened on me,

I looked at the little birds enjoying above the shade-loving trees.

I asked the birds if they wanted something to eat,

They said yes and thanked me for the treat.

Soon I saw more birds come for the treat so I kept outside a box of grains,

Suddenly came the rain and all of it was in vain.

I looked up at the menacing but beautiful looking sky,

And let out a shrill cry.

I blamed myself for not living a materialistic life even though I had my druthers,

But then I realised, happiness exists in helping others.

By Mahir Vasudev