The Yellow Tree of Unending Happiness

Written by Anugrah and Deekshitha

The yellow tree in front of darshini was my only source of happiness.

It sang with the noise of crowds and the fluttering of young hearts.

It spoke in tongues of many, with words all too familiar.

To ears which feared the never ending gears of life, a life of unending happiness.

Autumn, leaves, martyred, lost shade, busy roads;

Cemented paths break away at thoughts of a blooming rose.

Shattered souls coming alive at the sight of sturdy branches,

Which lead souls to sources of the yellow fruit, of unending happiness.

For the tree is one, and the lives we live leave us nothing but bliss.

Among blossoming buds riddled with clear intentions,

Lie countless stories of the streams that flow, the flowing of unending happiness.

And I keep wandering around, looking for myself, maybe one day, maybe someone else,

Will find my story, in the yellow tree of unending happiness.