This is a really tricky form that I found quite difficult to understand. That being said this is my interpretation of this poetry form.

Happiness

What does happiness bring 
When we hear the telephone ring
Or birds take flight and sing
To shine like bits of bling
What on earths that thing?
The burn of the bumble bee sting
The heat of the tree’s tire swing
The nettles that poke and cling
New feathers on the bird’s strong wing
A broken arm cast in a sling
Does the crown belong to the king?
To his gold jewels he’ll cling
Until the microwave oven bing
Or the phone at night will ping
Holding those you love on a string

©2024 CBialczak

The classic form of qasida maintains a single elaborate metre throughout the poem, and every line rhymes on the same sound. It typically runs from fifteen to eighty lines, and sometimes more than a hundred.