Laughter
Laughter
Met her with all her teeth out,
Sparkling and shining throughout
Often I sit and pounder.
About the natural wonder,
Coz hardly some one smiled,
With so many matters inside,
How quickly it turns the hot arguments,
Into a table of lighter moments,
Slowly I learned her pathetic smile,
Steadily after traveling with her for a long time,
Which is just a shield,
To hide the entire battle field,
I could see the laughter
Beyond the life shatter
I could see the humour
Beyond the torturing tumour
I could see her pathetic tears
Beyond her all round fears,
I could smell her mental torture,
Being her horrible future,
I could see the dying soul
Beyond the innocent smile,
I could see the miseries,
Beyond her multi agonies.
Own composition
Brinda
Cuddalore
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