Despite what I know or the logics that I live by.
A persistent voice in me whispers every day :
A balloon , a sparow, a free unshaped cloud,
An unknown, un-named far far planet ,
A night
An atom
A ray
and all other things in universe
all are more happier than me
its like all existence living on that "er"
it makes me eager, gready and restless
why I never accept
happiness is now
whatever it is
