"WHY NOT LAUGH?"

 

How hard it is to laugh!

Even when the joke is heard,

understood instantaneously,

the giggle is restricted.

By WHAT?

The barrier is visible

and so hard to break,

to climb and land behind.

But WHY?

What invisible force holds

my arms, legs and robes.

It seems so frail and weak,

as much as easy to break

with a flick of one's finger.

Just a stare to burn the shackles,

although, so mighty

as much as to keep the one enchained

for ages and ages to come.

It seems to be at order of mine,

but with a mind of its own

to dice the game as such

and encage the liberty that's me.