To drain the serious feeling
which gets to vein,
a joker enters with fun.
His efforts aren't in vain.
He bursts in laughter
He opens his robes,
and throws away
addressing the mobs.
He utters filthy words
to form self-made jokes.
some open grin-box
though it provokes
no smile, nor chuckle,
the claps only hoax.
His gestures are comical,
and face is with paints.
He tells gibberish,
his spine is bent.
He makes the scene tragic,
comedy takes rest,
laughing alone now,
he declares him the best.
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