A poem in remembrance of happiness...

Where is happiness found?
I’ve looked under rocks of gold laced with desire
I’ve searched through cotton combed with lust
The annoying child that it is
Never heeds my call
Never lets me pinch its cheeks
In my mother’s chest of bitter memories
Even skeletons don’t remembers when happiness
Last settled on their bony fingers
I met the Yogi
With his matted locks and lice that trail down his face
“I became one with the universe in search of happiness,” he says.
“So, where is happiness found?” I ask
“I don’t know.” He replies.
“To be one with the universe I sacrificed all emotions.” 
  
-Annie Besant Jon -