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I am the clown who makes people laugh
The happy joker in the circus staff.
One who does all the silly tricks
Somersaults and sways and kicks
With a painted face of red and white
A wide big mouth and clothes so bright
I do all the feats that others do
And make it look easy in public view.
For those children who come to see
I am the one who makes them roll with glee.
I can see happiness in their face
And am touched by wonder in their gaze.
I am the clown who makes people laugh
The happy joker in the circus staff.
I lost my child when he was still in bloom
And my heart is shrouded in deepest gloom
While I nurture this hurt deep inside
I dare not show I am teary eyed.
When the day is done and I shut my eyes
The pain descends and chokes my sighs.
I live this tortured double life
One with smiles, one with grief so rife.
I wrestle with anguish without a pause
But, I cannot show it in public 'cause
I am the clown who makes people laugh
The happy joker in the circus staff.
~ Krishna ~
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