Poem : 

The last laugh

Poet :Khan Hasnain Aaqib 

Life is a tiny magical box 

Which contains a handful of stocks 

Of myriad feelings and emotions 

With contrasting epithets and notions 

If we dig a hole, deep, too deep 

Due to darkness inside we can't peep 

Sometimes not to dig the hole deeper 

Is evidently wiser and of course better 

Laughter is that precious treasure

Coming out in cautious measure 

Sometimes a laughter is borrowed 

From someone very precious like a gem 

If that person is not with us 

The moment he ceases to be with you 

That is the last laugh