Happiness if too much, it is a sabbath...

When Happiness
Holy
Holi like colors on one spray
One takes a dip into a river
On a holi Holy day...

As if that dip
Is the rightest form of being
As if that dip is aspired dreamt never gotten but felt like a faraway song
(Which once She
An infinte
Did sing...)

And
After that dip
One just takes a rest
Bodily
Mindful
A spirit
As if
One becomes,

And the dip
Holy kind
Stays forever,
time stops
At the grandfather clock too,

A slow movement
Super slowed
Tick tock
Just one reminds
One is Alive
One is very very much alive...

And
One flashes
A divine smile-
A smile
Happens
Subtle
Slow
Silent...

(Godly
That smile
People often called...)

He had witnessed that
For many ages...
In faces
Of people
Who by their life
Wrote epics...

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