The Last Laugh Poem by Saumya Shikhar

When under the rain,
They have nowhere to go;
When their sluggish legs go
Nothing but slow,
I will have the last laugh I know.

They think they have the arrows and bow,
But under extremes and passing through low,
Creating an arsenal for wars I foresaw,
I'll have the last laugh I know.

And finally when it's clear as snow,
That what they thought was sand does actually glow,
And what you reap is exactly what you sow,
I will have the last laugh, I know.