When circumstance permits absurdity,
And this incongruous state, would stir my mirth,
My grin gives way to loud hilarity,
As boisterous laughter would gain its birth;
Times spent depressed would to oblivion take,
On this moment in time, when joy exceeds,
Wish, like a bottled potion, this I'd make,
To open up someday, so grief recedes;
Just to remember jokes, might well suffice,
The mind refreshed of its nitty-gritty,
Recall, however, could entail some price,
Smiling alone meant losing sanity;
……Laughter, is said, as medicine, is best
……Like pills to take, that loosens up your chest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Woa; I guess it's your specialty to describe emotions. Emotions are perhaps the hardest thing to describe yet you do it in a way that is original and beautiful. Well done.