Laughter (A chance meet)
Two women meet each other, suddenly
years later, in an exhibition;
Embracing each other with roaring laughter,
shedding tears of joy and spirits high .
Celebrations took charge , with bailley rounds,
Rejoicing the chance meet with a hearty chat .
Time took on wings and transported them
Into the house they entered , as young brides,
a home of their marital bliss .
" You remember ? " chirped Minna.
"That day , oh what a coincidence . . .
We both were at recieving ends, and
Our husbands howling in pain . . . Oh !
It all happened the same day. "
A cloud burst of laughter filled the air .
" Well it was not my fault , " explained the other.
" I resisted , he insisted, so had to apply heat;
To his aching back, with a warm iron .
Towel placed on his back , the foment
at first was soothing for some minutes.
Suddenly he jumped, rolled to the other bedside.
And imagine the radio that very instant singing. . .
The house on fire . . . the house on fire
Poor soul ! A wee bit of iron did touch his side ,I admit ;
What could I do for I was just a young bride"
Another peal of laughter rant the air.
Now listen to my story,Neelum dear!
" My hubby was suffering from an earache.
Requested me to pour some oil in his ear.
I resisted , he persisted, so had to concede.
The oil , little more than lukewarm , I did pour;
He let out such a long wail, I nearly fainted.
What could I do , for I was a young bride too. . .
Best was, both enquiring each others plight,
patting each other. . . Friend, take it in a stride"
The room rant again with peal of laughter.
In walked the hubbies, joining the banter;
Reflexly one touching his back and other the ear .
Joining their better halves , for more to hear ...
Kiren Babal
7. 4. 2015
