Happiness crackles
As long as the food sizzles hot upon the yellow table.
Happiness froths at the top of the cup
As long as the coffee tastes good.
Happiness creases and droops its wings
With the putting out of party light
And the dying of dance beats.
Happiness flits and eludes
And puts on the mantle of empathy
And roots in the cavern of creativity.
………Dr. Fathema Begum
Very nice poetry
Made my day
Thank you.