A lad went to a chemist

With a big medicine list

Where one puzzling item

Wasn't familiar to him.

 

"A tablet for happiness,"

Never in his business,

He heard of, any time,

Was that unusual item.

 

However, he gave a small tablet,

That no where anyone could get,

What the lad ate and thought,

Of no more stress to worry about

 

The brain, a drug can knock off

And give him a momentary take off

To an unknown distant paradise,

With no pride or prejudice.

 

But to the hell he'll return,

To fall back again to yearn,

For that hours of happiness lost,

And take the drug till his days last.

 

Happiness comes not from outside,

But is generated in the heart inside,

With no stress or over-strain

To the God-given wonderful brain.

 

The charm on objects whatever

Material stays not for ever.

It's in the everlasting spiritual mind

An eternal happiness one can find.

 

Never a drug-addict be,

Nor go after momentary glee,

But in the divine path see

How happy you're going to be?

 

~Rajaram Ramachandran~