The Clown

8:14 PM Life , poetry 0 Comments

He loved the smile,

Which always stayed away a mile;

All his mistake was being born,

Like an ugly looking object of scorn.

The world gave its curse -

"Stay away from me", you averse,

And he was left alone,

Trapped between hatred and bemoan.

But, Alas! He loves the smile,

So, he decided to make the people smile;

He masked his face to become a clown,

And made their worries drown.

A tear in his eye, 

But who knows his heart is dry;

For the same world which laughed,

He masked to make it laugh;

People only enjoy his laugh,

The same ones who marked him chaff.

So, weird the world is !!