Where is the joy of life........

Sitting with books in the table I thought
how happy are the children who play in the streets
for me passing the exams and getting a good job
was the ultimate priority, making the name of my family
becoming an officer, a respected man was the goal
When they enjoyed at the streets I was with books
Learning, understanding and practicing harder and harder
To become a big man was my aim
But I never realized the joy of winning
a local cricket match, or making myself dirty.......
They said the smell of mud was great
but for me my books and my marks were my world
I got good marks, my parents say I am a good boy
They fed me, they loved me, bought a lot of stuff
to make me an educated man, a respected man......
But when I saw them play, enjoy everyday
In my wish I thought , one day I could laugh
one day I would have girlfriends like them.......
But before I got a chance things were too late
I was married to someone who was beautiful
Someone who was was a good wife
But I could not realize If I loved her
To me happiness was and is always undefined
I want to know where lies the true life.........
In the games of street, or the books I read.....
In the large cabins of my corporate office
where I sit in the biggest chair now............
or it is in the fields where they milk cows,
make my rice, hear the birds and save all our
Stomachs getting dry............