The poem is an account of a young man who wishes to be left alone in his melancholy, be mocked by all the happiness around him. Especially the thing which caused him the desolation in the first place. Ironically, its a small statuette of a laughing Buddha presented to him by his beloved with whom he...
Why did the old bald pot-belly laughed?
What was the unfortunate serene serendipity?
It was a bed of roses, not the buds but the thorns,
He was a ceramic pretender, another bluff.
The voices of another man's hurt was better,
than his voices which was no less rough.
He drowned his thoughts as not to hear himself think.
Perhaps it wasn't as bas as he thought,
perhaps he wasn't at the very brink.
He was glad and grateful of his past,
was mad and fretful of the things that won't last.
Imbibed,
in his great mazy bee-hives,
were the sweet corners of dried up nectar.
Memories frozen in his skin,
soon start rotting and smells foul.
Behind the closed doors of his room,
he closed his doors to get intimate with his doom.
Spectating the cleansing by the dirty acts,
was the gold blob with his miserable reactions.
With a forceful curse in an angry pitch,
he threw if off into a ditch without any apparent hitch.
It was a gift,
to remind him of the rift.
Not laughing now are you, peace?
Srinjoy-dey released The last mock of laughing buddha on Fri Feb 27 2015.