Cursed Laughter

Once I traveled down her's happy steps,
So in, So deep,
I went still deeper,
And there I found a grave,
So old, So dead,
Decorated with funeral chrysanthemum,
Laying away in lament,
Hidden,
Aloof,
Then I understood,
Her laughter was just like a Pyramid,
Magnificent from the outset,
Weeping in the darkness...

poem by Vikrant Jog
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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