I come to sell Happiness

I come to sell Happiness
Yet I am sad, No less
You'll expunge me for I look fake
You'll deceive me for I look compassionate
You'll be hostile to me for I am frail
Had this world been made of love, brotherhood and tender
You'd have deify my name
For I come to sell happiness
Yet I am sad, no less
So notorious is this world , for it's people
If one is gallant , the other is feeble
I gather the goods
To slaughter the bads
To pamper the grown-ups
And praise the lads
I know not , what the end will be
I know not , what the beginning was
Still I come to sell happiness
And I am sad, no less
I dream of a place called love
I dream of people called humane
Where only the snakes are morbid
And where only the pups fight for their mumma's milk
Where the peace in is blood
And where the poors are fed with the drops of Ganges courteously.
I know not when this dream relishes
I know not , what the destiny would be
So I come to sell happiness
To be sad, very less.