Once a Joker came to my home
With him I went to Moon on a full moon night
The Joker cracked as usual a joke
And then one by one..
The volcanoes cried in laughter
The asteroids hanging around with cosmic guffs
The stars closer, like a shower of light spots
Invited us to their lands and worlds
Everything was nice and happy
Then a lady came
She was strikingly beautiful
Clad in a blue and white sari
With a pearl of tears in her eyes
She told the Joker ' My people need you '
We came back on her wings
The Joker became a poet
Me a Joker
Copyright: Shamik Bose 2009
i liked the way you ended the poem there...then what happened to that beautiful lady? became your poetry? nice entertaining piece...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That lady is our mother earth. the joker is outward aspect. poet is the inward.