Happiness

On a hillock by the stream,

Sits a girl, quiet and beautiful,

Her skin is as fair as cream,

Her virtual touch is soothing cool,

She doesn’t let me come near,

And rather jumps into the stream,

No, she has none of the fears,

Still she doesn’t come in dreams,

I am in a sorry state,

Help me oh dear God above,

Why am I in such a fate?

Why all that I lack is love?

The girl, who is happiness,

Is not in my real life,

Why I have no happiness?

Why all that’s mine is strife?