Circus Of Life!

Oh, why was I born into a circus

Where the spotlight is never on my focus,

We are all puppets of the circus master

I want to escape this world faster.

We are all trained to portray a self

Which is not true to oneself?

But it gives the audience pleasure

And they see us with leisure.

And once we grow older

We are categorized into shy and bolder,

Then continue with that tag

And loads of burden in our labor bag-

We are rarely the showstopper

Cause being the back dancer is easier and faster!

We always choose the easy path

Cause choosing difficulties is always dearth.

We are always juggling different balls

And once we have juggled one,

Several balls are thrown in our halls

And then it becomes a hectic ton.

We are always balancing on thin rings

And on that, we need to do difficult tasks like dance and sing,

One wrong step gives us a major setback

But a right just gains us a minor knack.

I want to do things my way

I want a choice on what to do and say,

I want to leave the circus of life

And have fun happy life without any trifle!!