Smile – Not A Solitary Isle Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A true smile’s not a solitary isle,
Nor an oasis spread half an odd mile,
But a few thousand of verdant green isles,
An archipelago no less that smiles,
When every body cell joins in a pile;
Nor is laugh a solitary thunder
Of one triumphant wanting to plunder
A point, to keep his rival pinned under,
The rival army broken asunder,
A cause gone out of hand, smile gone under,
A laugh’s let loose, it seems, when scattered smiles’
Every cell is in a state of wonder!

Yet, a smirk is no smile when ‘tis too young,
It is no child of heart—perhaps of lung.
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-Tongue-in-cheek | 02.04.06 |