Laughter Poem by Champaben Mistry

Eyelashes flutter,
As I think of the joy,
Of the moment of laughter cultivated in this storm.

Where the song of my heart resides with you,
And the peace of my being awash with the glow,
Of my merry youth.

When I think of the colours,
Purples, gold, bronzes and green,
I think of the melody of a heart in love.

I think of the curled up form of me,
As I laugh at the stickers and the fun I give to me,
I drink with delight,
The sunshine, not just orange juice
My laughter in a glass.

Bolton, UK,28 August 2007