Every flower resembles your face. <br />They do not make me happy rather <br />they speak to me of those days <br /> <br />when we would have dearth of food <br />clothing and accessories to make <br />a living together united a modest life <br /> <br />in a much bigger cell called family <br />other than one I am now in expecting <br />better days of fulfillment to come. <br /> <br />Every flower reminds me of promises <br />which I never made literally but <br />always understood having been made. <br /> <br />Now I have dearth of happiness which <br />in dearth of food I surely didn't have. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved. <br /><br />Palas Kumar Ray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dearth-of-happiness/
