The clown
This talks about a
phase during which I felt that I was only an entertainer but then was being
continuously mocked at
Taking his time to settle down
Ready to entertain one and all
We present to you the royal clown
his nose’s as big as a crystal ball
Peering through all that haze
Is an ocean so vast
Hidden behind those eyes so glazed
are tortuous memories that last
At a moment unexpected
he is openly ridiculed
too strong they reacted
to something so miniscule
With mind no more certain
he runs through the paces
His pain hid behind a curtain
by the silliest of faces
As he moves from act to act
He is aware of the overall commotion
His mind keeps wandering back to the fact
That he doesn’t have invisibility potion
Cracks in the façade do appear
for it has never been a strong wall
None note the momentary tear
Being very much amused by his fall
