BLISS

Amidst the dust,

And the foul stench,

The loose torn clothes hanging on their bodies,

Strained to the very core,

The cold breeze waves past,

Yet unlike the others,

They seem unbothered,

As if their bodies are immune to it,

As if they're cold blooded,

Their tiny hands gripping the plastic bags,

Like there's some treasure hidden inside,

A cherishing laughter echoes in the street,

As they run after each other,

Their eyes lit with excitement,

A smile brighter than the stars,

They break into run, then walk,

Playing around never minding the surroundings,

The cars honk, the people stare,

Complain as to why they stand in the way,

But they never care,

Neither do they easily scare,

There is never a truer smile the world has seen,

Never a truer form of bliss,

The rich doesn't know it,

For he runs away from the foul stench,

For he masks away from the dust,

For he runs after the worldly wealth,

For he thinks he's acknowledged,

But the truth is,

He is as ignorant as the poor,

Maybe even more,

Little does he know,

The happiness he's running after,

They've already had it,

Look at them laughing around,

You'll know it's pure bliss.

Because their hearts are pure,

It's not the unclean clothes,

It's the dirt in hearts that's a problem,

Look at their crystal clear eyes,

Followed by a sparkly smile,

You'll know it's pure bliss.