The Labyrinth

A View To Laughter

I once strolled down the aisle of surrealism.
There I saw a marvelling sight.
One so beautiful, my eyes to see shone bright.
I saw a laughter so strange and new.
Different from all the others I have seen in a Prism.
I have seen many laughters.
Fashioned by the makings of ingenious crafters.
But this one was of no ancient brew.

I have seen evil laughs.
From the vilest of souls to the purest of human bones.
I have seen jolly ones.
Springing from the hearts that sing a song of merry.
I have seen laughs emitted with chokes and coughs.
I have seen some from pain.
Some close their banks of laughter till when there is gain.
But this laughter to me was eerie.

It was a sad laugh who was happy.
An oppressed laugh who held his head so high.
Each mirth mixed with a sigh.
I ge...ntly ge...ntly wondered, why he was fashioned so.
And why in joy and hurt he was soppy.
Then he told me his name.
A laugh of before, now and after the same.
I ge...ntly ge...ntly wondered, what only he could do.

He was a laugh of hope.
A laugh that saw in no distanced view, tomorrow
As a place where we can from joy borrow,
When to the present we owe.
A laugh when hanged with a rope,
By the turmoils and pressures of life.
Seeks solace not in struggle or strife
But in a joy though not seen but is so.

Let us laugh that laugh shall we.
Sharing gifts of happy to friend and foe alike.
Even when the troubles would spike.
Let's smile that smile, won't you ?
Because though the day be dark as it may be.
Tommorow offers us all another chance.
The future shows us that we can still sing and dance.
So even now in your hurt and fear, let's laugh that laugh, won't you ?

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