Jocker Poem by simran arora

I feel good when i and u
smile and smile
seeing a coloured men....

With colour of fun and of sadness...
With heart in pain,
depresed in madness,
and walking with stain...

But stil gigle, laugh...
Do this and that...
May walk on rope...
Or knownly fall from a slop...

Sometime up, sometime down,
sometime tilted..
Some time round...
For me he is a status,
that makes us teach,

love everyone,
make live everyone,
smile with and for wrld,
but cry inside...