Yes i'll pick my happiness

Waiting for loveliest fruits of hope,
Where's happiness,trying to grope.
Grieve, grieve, to be in heart,
Be a permanent pleasure's scope.
Lonely, the extreme of solitude,
Here,someone is still my slope.
Darkness,drifts of troublesome, but
A burning star ever appeared to cope.
Pick the happiness,among the distress,
Roar with laughter,to end the mope...
Tasneem sehar.