The art of laughter,
Is quite fine indeed,
As there is a summer to be enjoyed,
In the bright Sunshine and warmth,
And a showering rain to be drenched,
As the cold winter brushes our lips,
Rough, harsh and dry,
A bit Hysterical maybe,
Just to laugh off all,
Sorrow, Misery and melancholy,
Have been lost somewhere far away,
The only medicine is to be carefree,
As whatever has been written,
On your forehead by destiny,
Shall be lived without fault,
By every being who is mortal,
Loaded with a quest to find,
Simple truth in a merry-go-round.