Searching here and there, striving to find bliss...

Searching here and there, striving to find bliss...
Went to friends and colleagues, 
they said get rich; enjoy luxury, 
pleasure is the mean of bliss...
Not really!!
So knocked the doors of sages and saints...
They came with same old preaches of sacred books...
Nothing new, seek refuge of God blessings for bliss...
Not impressive!!
Then went knocked door of God...
God reluctantly sobbed “I gave you life and things to live. 
My job is over. Go back; Find yourself what you want”....
Disheartened finding no hopes!!
Sat lonely under the tree...
Watching child hitting stick on ground, enjoying sound....
Was busy so much cared none except a stick and sound...
What Taught me!!
Bliss lies in our mind, stick was tool to turn on...
Need no extra effort!!
A simple stick and sound could make child ecstatic...
That taught Enjoy each moment,
whenever, wherever and whatever we find...
Child had in mind, live the moment...
What others failed, was a lesson taught by child...
Found what I looked for!!
Purity, innocence and honesty are mantras to live life blissful...
 
© Sadashivan Nair. All rights reserved

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