Tale Of A Clown!
Tale Of A Clown!
Since my childhood I aspire to become a clown
To entertain many with my colorful gown
My acts receive huge accolades
I love to display my acumen to satiate the audience
I could evidently realize
The hard reality people tend to escape in daily life
They only focused for instant solace
I act to satisfy them with my behest
I try my level best to perform with my optimum effort
Their satisfaction is my ultimate goal which can only ensure my comfort
They are my only targeted audience
For whom I toil with exuberance
I love how they enjoy my renditions with delight
They only inspire me to perform with might.
But I too have a space of my own
Where my livelihood sway out of their delectable tune
Their likings soothe me with a unique symphony
I sustain out of their jocund company
Though they exist in audience tyre
Without them I may only immerse in utter despair
I only exist in their jubilation
They are the only source for me to exist with inspiration!
I struggle a lot singularly to eke out
But I never accuse my predecessors for such ignominious fall out
I strive out of my hard labor
I am adored by myriad who love my performance with rejuvenating clamor
How they could envisage my strong fervor
I do have a family to look after with my astute flavor
For them I live
They do look at me with their pristine vibe
If I am not in and around them
My poor family will be forced to face sheer mayhem
They hardly could survive and sustain
They only are accustomed to be fed by my hard earn fame
Without me they cannot vigorously churn out of my perilous game
Alas! My life itself has become a joke
Sometimes I am treated as an object of joke and a despicable rogue
I alone only have the space to shed my tears
Am I entitled to be treated as an artist to walked upon and engulfed with fears?