Divinum Risus Collection
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Once a fellow lived in our neighbourhood,
Dashing; my dear; social;
That fellow had a strange hobby
‘Divinum risus Collection'
(Collection of divine laughter.)
He sowed the seeds of laughter in his garden.
Looked after all year long.
Those seeds sprouted and become grown up trees.
Yielded a cluster of laughing flowers.
Wind filled up with aroma..
Morose people sat under those trees
Got back their lost laughter; lost days.
One day that man by chance come by
A communicating bewildering instrument.
That magical instrument swallowed the man.
Forgot to look after the laughing trees.
Alas! All withered.
Now his hobby is only talking.
A garrulous man with cord in ears but talks himself.
Gone mad?
Who knows?
Oh! forgot yet to mention his name.
His name Mr. Mobilephoneghost Laughterkiller.
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