The Fool - Poem by Raj Arumugam
How would you like to meet
the Fool you only dealt
with in paper and print?
How would you like to see Feste in the skin,
blood and bones? How would you like to watch
in person the clown whom you disbelieved
and collected papers from
to laugh at
in your shared cubicles and private rooms?
Care to hear the oaths and curses
you've taught the Department Jester
whom you turned into Caliban?
(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))
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