The Clown Poem by Eva Clara Harahap

How come you don’t see a rose is still a rose...
Even when there is no petal rouse…
Even when there is no more thorn…
How come you don’t believe on a flying unicorn…

Your curtain of doubts sealed my only sight…
Of seeing the dawn turned into morning…
I can’t treat you gently because you are still alive…
Breathe lively like the charming twilight…

Yes, the curtain is about to drawn every day…
But we still have a flying goat with a violin…
Don’t take that hope away…
That was never my ambition to be such a villain…

Please fight this clown for life, the life we both own…
It is growing inside you but it hurts me so deeply…
Takes every essence of life I ever endure…
Broke every leaf of my patience…

I am frightened when you are fading away….
When the light of your eyes disappear in my mind…
When the living hope suddenly turned deaf…
Oh my dear, rest if you must…
But please don’t you quit, even in the midst of all broken wish…

The Clown is just a test….
How we can laugh over this one day….
All sadness and sickness is nothing but a bad dream…
A dream that we will wake up one day…
It just a test, nothing but a test….

One fine day, one beautiful day….
You’ll see even if a rose doesn’t have any petal…
Even when all thorn had gone away…
It is still a rose…
For the fragrance that makes a rose, a rose….

Dedicated to Lady Maggie Smith – my favorite actress who suffered from Breast Cancer.

Copyright © Eva Clara Harahap Oct’09