Don’t let these grim times
Undo your laughter
The kinship between humour and human
Is not a mere language game
Steal some time
For a touch of softness
Let some sweetness
Rout the rage of bitter battles
Apocalypse, Not Now
Some talk about the end of the world
Others wax strong
On the world of the end
The house that Laughter built
Has a thousand doors
When some ram shut at day’s end
Others swing open with the rising sun
The rain which makes you cry
May also wash your tears
When the sun goes down
Don’t curse the darkness
When pursued by a ruthless problem
Do not give up the race
For as people lose their breath
So do the naughtiest problem
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