Laughing Buddha Poem by Shreej k.c

I own two Laughing Buddhas
placed primly over my dresser
watch over me like mood tracer
one is bigger black carved out of stone
gifted to myself when I travelled lone
I tickle his navel when I am glad
he always laughs.

the other is smaller, golden shine
one hand missing, scratches fine
he goes where I go, my lucky charm
a gift to my late brother
when he got recruited in the arm
I tickle him often and hard
he never laughs.