The Joy of Jest: Navigating Life's Bumpy Road
Mawphniang Napoleon 1993 (Ri Bhoi)
Oh life, a journey that is oft so bland,
With twists and turns and hills and valleys steep,
A constant cycle of happiness and bland,
And oft, a lack of joy does make us weep.
But hold, dear reader, do not be forlorn,
For I have found a cure for all your woe,
A magic pill that will your sadness transform,
A chuckle from the heart, a joy to show.
The politician's promise, oh what a jest,
A comic goldmine, a source of laughter rare,
Their manifestos, a grand charade at best,
A show of power, with no true care.
So come, let us not be consumed by life,
But find the humor in its endless strife.
And laugh away our worries and our strife,
For what is life without a chuckle bright?
They promise change and progress, wealth and health,
But all we see is more of the same,
Their speeches full of lies, deceit and stealth,
A waste of time, a play on our disdain.
But do not fear, for laughter is the key,
To weather life's ups and downs with grace,
For when we find the humor, we shall see,
That life is not a burden, but a race.
So come, let us enjoy this comic tale,
And laugh at politicians and their fail.
For though they promise us the moon and stars,
Their promises are empty, void and bars.
And as they bask in their false glory,
We'll find solace in our mirth and jolly,
For we know that laughter is the true cure,
For all the hardships that we must endure.
So let us laugh at life and all its strife,
And never let the politicians bring us down,
For in the end, their words are but a knife,
That cuts our hopes and leaves us in a frown.
So rise above their lies and empty vows,
And laugh at life, its ups and downs,
For laughter is the key to happiness,
And a life full of joy and togetherness.
So here's to life, with all its twists and turns,
And to laughter, the only thing that truly burns.
And as we navigate life's bumpy road,
Let us not forget to laugh and hold,
The joy that laughter brings to our hearts,
And keep us shining through life's darkest parts.
For politicians come and go, with time,
Their empty promises, they do decline,
But laughter stays with us, till the end,
And brings us hope, and joy to recommence.
So let us laugh at life, its joy and pain,
And never take it too seriously again,
For in the end, all will be well,
And laughter will be our story to tell.
So here's to life, with all its ups and downs,
And laughter, the true essence of our sounds.
The poem is part of a longer version found in the book "Homo Sapiens" Part XIII, written by Mawphniang Napoleon. This book is part of the popular "Homo Sapiens" book series, which can be purchased online at various online bookstores, such as Amazon. The book is available for purchase for those who are interested in reading the complete version of the poem. Remember to get all the books from the "Homo Sapiens" series, as well as other books by the same author.
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Khublei Shihajar Nguh,
Dhanewad
Thank you
About this poem
The poem reflects the idea that life can be a journey filled with ups and downs, but it is important to find joy and laughter in it. The poem highlights the politicians and their promises as a source of humor, but emphasizes that laughter is the key to happiness. The poem encourages the reader to rise above the lies and empty promises of politicians and to find solace in laughter. The poem also suggests that laughter will stay with us till the end and will bring hope and joy. The poem concludes by celebrating life, with its joys and pains, and embracing laughter as the true essence of our sounds. more »
Written on July 15, 2022
Submitted by Mawphniang.Napoleon on February 04, 2023
Modified by Mawphniang.Napoleon on February 04, 2023
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