Musing on LOL

  
Lol, lol, lol — the laughter toll,
It echoes deep in every soul.
Wherever I wander, city or knoll,
In café or court, I find my lol.
 
He sits in GST, quite at ease,
Glides through tribunals like a breeze.
With Saxena, he winks and grins,
With Patel, he always wins.
 
But Thakker was, a sterner creed
Too slant to let lol intercede.
Lol, so frank, so straight and spry,
Finds no place where glances lie.
 
It’s holy still, and yet profane,
A joke in prayer, a dance in rain.
Lol rides a Vespa in Old Delhi,
Then sips chai in Notting Hill alley.
 
From Phuket sands to Canada's snow,
To Colombo's spice-sweet evening glow
Lol travels light, and travels far,
Tucked in a meme, or a seminar.
 
He trolls at times, in joke or jest,
Not always kind, not always best.
But mostly warm, with heart and soul,
A gentle giggle, a comic goal.
 
Not penned in some divine decree,
Yet holy in his levity.
In every scroll, in every role
Lives the eternal, laughing lol.
 
 
~ Dr Intaj Malek