A Brook of Paroxysm..

SO, It tickles in your stomach

It can happen to either a genteel or a pervert…

You try hard to get your lips together

But your teeth show in full glory irrespective of their color

Your mouth seems to be stretched in an irreversible manner

Your eyes now squeezed generate unnecessary tears

But it keeps increasing to a level till you would bear

The effects are  heart-warming at times or grotesque in nature

After it , you yourself might feel high or chagrined by your skewed behavior

 No, no its not what you thinking if you’ve a pervert mind, my dear

The mask of soberness in front of people that you wear

Gets pellucid for a while making the underneath-true-face glare

It can be a cry of that child inside, with your age that sears

Or an outcome of a celebration with five glasses of beer

Or a feeling of missing good-times while bad-times that you endure

and while you're deluged in it and cannot complete speaking a sentence

You splash it onto the other person trying hard to fill in the missing words..

Your mind now wondering for a moment if really human nature is so weird

To this question and the question throughout the poem that lingers

“What is it??” some might be asking , though it must have been deciphered by the clever

So It is the best medicine as opined by people of all generations

Lets make our lives beautiful with the little things we possess without the need to earn them

As, Life Allows Us to Garden our Hearts with a Tub of water from the Endless River of Laughter…

And yes, yes..It is the Laughter..!

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