Happiness Poem by Rasika Kalyanikar

Happiness is not a mirage, an illusion..
True bliss is something like highest of good spirits
conspiring together to compose the finest symphony..
An oasis in the vast ocean of sand..
Like coalescence of flowers to give away a newfangled scent..
You beget a wonderful joy when you speak through your turns..
But a never known splendor and omnisience would be your aura
When you would envision the magnificence of you within you..
Untellable will that feeling be..
Eloquent and unwavering would be its spark...
Eternally rendering you the happiness that no podium could ever render! !
And nothing above or below you can offer...
And yet I know,
How pitiably metaphoric is my description of its
Grandeur! ! ! ! !