THE STORY OF A HAPPY MAN

There used to be a folklore
No one knew how it began
It's end, nobody was sure about
But it was about a happy man.

Was he happy from the start?
I wish someone could answer that
But he did smile and he did laugh
And he always loved to chat.

Was the man ever in pain?
The idea seemed a little farfetched.
He never complained about anything
Not one soul knew about his regrets.

The story had the man singing
As he hopped down the hills, his home.
Some saw him talking to the birds
Others saw him whispering alone.

Some knew him for being caring.
Others for being annoyingly kind.
The story mentions him for his jokes
And also for his sharp mind.

There used to be a folklore
It was about a happy man.
But then I wonder, was it true?
Only happiness, no sign of pain.

Why no beginning, why no end?
What was the man trying to hide?
Was he faking all his moments
Was there anyone by his side?

The story never tells us that
Did the happy man had a friend.
He knew everyone around
Yet no close ones to know how it end.

Was he then running away?
Scared, closeness might hurt him.
Is that what might have happened
In the story's beginning?

Did he then hurt himself,
Did what he feared still happen?
So is the end not so happy
For our story's happy man.

But none of that mattered ever
As the folklore was sung for eras.
In people's memory, the man was happy
And that's exactly who he was.

                                  - Daichi
                                  (Chinmoy Dey)