I kill my happiness

I have a beautiful soul within me

It is striving hard to bloom a smile on its lips

I have no sorrow, I have no pain, I have no dearth

Still my soul is in search of happiness

Every moment it is sprinting towards the empire of affliction 

I have no reason to cry, I have no reason to lament

But I love to compare my beauty

I love to compare my knowledge 

I love to compare my achievement

Which is killing my happiness every moment 

After knowing comparison is an obstruction of happiness 

Still my immature soul is running after it...