A Jester Poem by C. P. Sharma

How strange it was when I had birth
I cried, around me was joy and mirth
Childhood at others hands was a toy
As toddler, prattler danced to their joy

Boyhood to parental dreams did yield
Youth yoked in ploughing fertile field
Now, when I am of age, I concentrate
On self-dialogue and to contemplate

Before this, I knew not my worth
Around me worldly joys were girth
Those have now left me one by one
I know now how they made my fun

Now for all my follies I laugh at me
A jester, I sang and danced in glee