Happiness - drop by drop, and other poems
Happiness drop by drop The little girl was feeble, fragile, and wounded. I made her swallow the bitter medicine, something bitter than life. Because I had bribed her with a cracker, She gulped it with a grim face, Then reached for the cracker, with a cute little smile and joy. Happiness does not shower upon us. It just leaks, From tiny little cracks, wounds, and holes, often the most neglected ones. And it leaks drop by drop. We have to be ready with our pitcher. And gather it drop by drop.