What is life for me?

For a child who lives

In a third rate city

It is sad? Is it happy?

For that I don’t know

All I know is

“I have a heart,

that can be happy

that can be sad”

Who said that happiness

Can only be found in all the luxuries

Or fame or any major successes?

I am nothing

I am nobody

I am just a nameless little kid

In a crowd of statues

Walking and passing beside me

As I was sleeping here

Beside this fast food corner

But inside my dream

I am smiling

Smiling of dreaming

Of tasting the burger

Inside this corner

And I felt nothing but joy

Who said that happiness

Is just in luxuries?

The cold floor I am sleeping

Is this a form of luxury?

But why I felt gratified

Just by the idea of sleeping

And breathing

Just by thinking that all man

Is happy when they’re sleeping

I don’t have awards

Or honors, I don’t go to school

Or win contest in sports or essay

But why I felt happy

Though all I have

Is a grin from mom

When I give her some of my alms?

Is this only the algorithm of bliss?

When happiness=success (fame)+luxuries?

For that I don’t know

To you I might be

Just a nameless, faceless

Little kid

Lying here as you pass by

But all I can say

Is that, I can be happy

I can be sad

Because like you

I too have a heart