A Sonnet Xiv - The Trapeze Artist Poem by M. Asim Nehal
A Sonnet Xiv - The Trapeze Artist
Life is a circus of tryst
and I am a trapeze artist
I perform exercises to remain
I do stunts to entertain
I have no choice but to follow
what fate has decided for me to swallow.
Inside my heart I see all hollow.
No one is there to understand my sorrow.
I envied my colleague the joker
thinking they live their life the king size
but of course their mind does the exercise
behind their mask, inside they cry.
Jugglers are great strugglers
This is short story of my Life’s circus.
Wonderful poem, we all are following the same. God bless you.
So sweet yet so sad. The poem brings out the reality of life. We all share the experience of 'The Trapeze Artist'. Thanks for this wonderful poem, M. Asim ji. I would like to quote the following lines: Inside my heart I see all hollow /....Jugglers are great strugglers / This is short story of my Life’s circus.
Thanks much for your encouraging comments, Also my special thanks for enlightenment on Limerick writing, I made correction as per your suggestion and hope it is now in line with the format. Thanks again.
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4/25/2024 11:34:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Life is not an easy game! It is a tight rope walk for everyone...... whether a trapeze artist or a buffoon, a poet or artist! Everyone has his share of sorrow and hardships! Those who take life in a sportive spirit win! Great write Asim!