Enemy Of The People Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

I'm hearing the robust laugh
from the crowd
the clown
the man behind the painted face

It is his intimacy
with the silence of midnight
in a devil like darkness
he is dancing barefooted
and laughing out loud
the blood is tickling from eyes
making his torn shirt get red

there is a drama going on
the people are shedding tears
can life be like this?
they are thinking
and thanking god for his kindness

their hidden words are coming out
from the mouth of the clown

His dirty linen cloth
and the smell of country wine
still now he can say
by touching his forehead
how the life rots in between
the dead river and the dead city
for he is a perfect clown
people are living there life in his
and the drama is going on

His wrinkled face
the lines that tells the stories
of a life not yet lived

and he is speaking restlessly
why wolves have sharp teeth
why the sweet fruit become bitter at night

people are gazing at him
the overthrown sun is screaming out his name

People are clapping
and he is laughing
people are shedding tears
and he laughing
with a sense of utter reliance People are gazing at him
and he is still laughing


people started hating him
things things they command him to go away
for he role is just to finish
and they need a new one

at the last scene
in a role of defeated soldier
he is coming down from the stage

and then
eyes got drowned got drowned in tears
putting salt in his tongue
he is crying

I see him from the crowd
the clown the enemy of the people
but the show must go on...! ! !