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 forever.
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?