a poem by Rita Joyce Singh, India

The Trick - unbridled laughter filled the space
He beckoned - no sooner he saw my face

there was uneasy magic in the air
Calling me to volunteer, to dare

I stepped out from the audience -the past
Hearbeats flipping, fearful, feet stumbling fast

No fairy dust, nothing electric
Only the sly conjuror's greatest trick

Abracadabra ..."No day is yet done
Till night takes you." He whispered, "Catch the fun!"

Laughter, echoes the harmony of spheres
Laugh, it dispels lurking shadows, your fears

The trick his finest, to compel a laugh
In his arms I did, a hoarse, throated half.

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