Daylight in the Soul
Pure Happiness (மகிழ்ச்சி) — English
It isn’t found in gold or grand applause,
Nor in the perfect, heavy web of laws.
It’s the smell of rain upon the dusty street,
The cold grass underneath your bare feet.
A sudden laugh that shakes your heavy chest,
Remembering, after all, that you are blest.
The quiet warmth of simply being here,
When all the ghosts of yesterday disappear.
Tags: Happiness Poem, Joyful Living, Inner Peace, Positivity
