In The Circus Of Life

Behind the loud noise of laughter

There was a sigh of his broken dreams,

All could see his coloured face

But none could hear his heart's screams.

He too had a life

With countless ups and downs,

He too had to distinguish

The cheers from the frowns.

And while waiting for the perfect time

And making his little efforts,

He was thrown away by the time

As if he was worthless.

He woke up one day to realize that 

He was still alive,

In the darkness with crushed dreams

And no hope to survive.

With hundreds of wounds and scars

And an unbearable pain,

He dared not to amass and live

His shattered dreams again.

But then he learnt to chew

And swallow all the pain,

Buried his own desires

Of being the star and shine.

He became a joker in the circus of life

Wearing a fake smile,

A clown, a jester, a master of humour

Adorned his profile.