He made his own jokes,
Lived a life of paltry,
Always smiling away
His life of misery,
Outside he laughed
inside he cried
For all that he lost
And what he couldn, t gain,
Making everyone
Laugh and applaude,
Making laugh at nothing,
But invented new jokes
For his admirers
Who were his customers,
Earning a few bucks
Everyday which was
Like a joke of his own making.
Ravikran Arakkal
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