What makes me happy?

Is it the name or the fame or just the recognition that I seek?

Whatever it is, it all makes me so weak!

All this stardom, all this glory may look so exciting,

But the truth is there is so much of in-fighting!

And then I wonder, will this make me happy?

I run after dollars,

By acting like a sycophant to the white-collars.

I want to possess dollars more and more,

This after knowing that one day I will die,

Without taking even a penny up above so high!

And then I wonder, will this make me happy?

Girls, they are simply charming creatures!

Words simply fail to come, when one looks at their amazing features!

But then how long can I keep seeing them?

How long can I keep thinking of them?

And then I wonder, will this make me happy?

Sex is so much fun,

But it gives only a momentary pleasure,

Whereas the mind wants an unlimited treasure!

And then I wonder, will this make me happy?

Eating pizza and eating ham-burgers,

And the added fat which gives shivers.

Drinking Pepsi and drinking Coke,

Gives pleasure to the thirsty throat!

But what about the pesticides, are they a joke?

And then I wonder, will this make me happy?

Then I see this child wearing just a nappy,

And still looking so gay and happy!

The twinkle in his eyes,

The frequency with which it cries,

The way he laughs.

Even after seeing a couple of calves!

All this makes him so natural and cheerful,

With the world so problem-full!

And then I wonder, will this make me happy?

My heart couldn’t agree more.

And I realized that though I am grown-up man,

Being and living like a child,

Is my secret plan!