A Sad Faced Joker - Poem by Sudarshan Shrikanthan
A sad faced joker walked down the street,
he had four balloons of different colours in his grip,
His face was painted, nose red, and there was a dangling chain in his hip,
I met him around a corner, greeted him 'Hey! '
And with a dejected face, he shook his hands grey,
'Morning Sir! ', said he with a lack of delight
'I am the newly appointed clown in the circus,
in a hurry i am and so are they,
my audience who have come from all the way.'
'Why do you look so sad? ' asked I
'Isn't a clown supposed to be the propagator of joy? '
' Yes Sir, but only the toys'
'these paints cover wounds unseen,
scars and scratches through which i have been.
these clothes cover a lifeless form,
Poverty bought me this uniform.
people laugh when we fall and cry,
they will laugh at you too, give it a try.
We are all jokers in this shallow world,
we make others happy when we are down,
and cry to ourselves when they are not around.'
I gave him a few rupees for him to spend,
he danced his way to the other end.
More fat balloons were bought by him,
yet his own self looked so thin.
That's when i realized, there's one person i could never be
A newly appointed joker wanting to please
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