Sunday Poem By Anjali De Nandi, Mom

Happiness

Many years ago,
Then I planned a tree of sacrifice.
Times go and go……………..
It grows and grows……………….
It looks too nice.
I take care of it
With my every heart beat.
I work hard for it’s proper growth always.
It has two ways.
Under the soil and towards the sky.
It loves depth of Earth,
Where it took birth.
And love also
The sky, too high
Which is endless.
It’s well-wishers are sky-rays.
My plant always declare, ‘ I am so so…
I am rare creation.
Only a unselfish life
Who can create and save my life.
When I reach to too maturity,
Then my branches gift the fruits of the happiness.
And in my fruits, here is infinity.
I am the plant and my name is sacrifice.
The name of my creator is success.
I am not purchased by price.
Only my identity,
Yes, it is the eternity.