Doing the antics
He painted happiness on his face
Acrobatic he was
Joker was his name!
Curious I was
Wanted to know the story
Oh my word
I was stunned
How deep a person is who entertain the world!
I asked him
Why do you wear a mask
He cried a river of tears
He said
"Only mine is visible but everyone wears"!
He told me not to become a joker
To entertain the world
Soon circus will be over
Audience will move on
And that will not be a happy dawn!
He told me not become a joker
His clothes, his spirit, his heart was torn out
No matter what he did we laughed our hearts out
We never saw beneath the skin
Oh what a dreadful sin!
Lost his dreams
Lost his childhood
He was in debt
And..
Leaves fell from trees
Without regret!
While telling the story
He had tears
Considered himself a ZERO
But in my eyes he was the real hero!
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Little Do You Know
PoetryThe smile we let the other see while we are dying a little everyday.. The collection of poems hard and clear about what hurts Orginal and selfwritten.
