Dancing Clowns Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

Clowns are dancing
On the stage
Cops engaged
To promised Security

Enslaved those man-child
Have no eyes
Their own
Have no mind
Their own
To judge
The facts behind fact

Just they perform
As puppet do
Ring leaders now dancing
Cops obeying their promised service

But time not static
By its own feature
In changing panorama
Changing follows its
Natural course

Clowns of today
Thrown as garbage tomorrow
Cops enslaved as usual
Only ring leaders
Faces flashed as new
New profiles captivate expectations of millions

Dancing is eternal
The passion of dribbling people
As thwarted objects
Passion of achieving power as mighty as possible
And at extreme level grinding expectations of others


No problem
Peoples are callous
Peoples are commonly nobody
Peoples are doped by hope of golden tomorrow

Dance... dance... our clown bosses
Simply keep in mind
Time not static
It changes with its natural course!

Pranab k c
29/08/2018