This burning light of glee,
Is entrenched so deep
Within me
It seems to keep strong,
Every moment as I move
Dancing along
People must Wonder,
What is it I see
People must question,
On its mystery
So happy I stay,
Counting my blessings each day
So childlike I seem,
With my silly smile
And it’s beam
Everyone wants the burning light in me
Everyone wants my very own brand of Happiness Ghee
May you be me,
And mine be yours
May your minutes go by,
Lived fully like hours
May you be so aware of
The breath you take
May you be happy to be alive
So as to make a mistake
May you realise your luck
Which is better than his
The one who lives life for
Tomorrow’s bliss
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