My Hand's smiling

It’s damn fun to laugh outside,

But people are staring, so I keep it inside.

My laugh can't control itself;

It’s switching to another shelf.

Now my lips are tight and serious,

But my hands are getting humorous.

One hand holds the other,

Trying to get rid of my hand's laughter.

It’s laughing in public,

It feels funny and chaotic.

At last, I am relieved,

As my hand has stopped its creep.

But no more jokes,

Or my hand might choke!

My hand’s smiling,

Leading me to embarrassing.

But no one can stop a hand from smiling

When jokes and hands start chasing.

Writer: Eiman Asif