Neither a commodity grocer can sell, <br /> Nor a diagnose doctor can prescribe a pill. <br /> Neither a fiefdom rich can command <br /> Nor the enemy, a poor can not posses. <br /> Always hoping moment to moment; <br /> Every one is searching as it is lost. <br /> But a treasure, always lying within your self. <br /> A mystery created by of his Might <br /> To engage the existence, whole of life.<br /><br />Santosh Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happiness-289/
