I was once sitting in a bus
At a terminus if you please
Out of the blue this feeling
I never had before
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Perhaps happiness is in the air but we are conditioned to inhale smog most of the time and we miss it? ? ? Chemical or placebo or real, I'll take it in any form
moments gone is to be accommodated in memory can be played on reverie ant not in dream neither we can play it again..moment gone gone for ever..happiness is a bliss..lovely poem
I remember it so well I captured it like on film But alas I have no control to play it again. A good poem on anatomy of happiness.I enjoyed it Keep sharing. Col Muhammad Khalid Khan