By Subhadeep Santra
I sing I dance like a ridiculous buffoon
I am a clown that hums and croon
I caress carelessly the lion’s mane
You may smile but my life is a bane
I have a son seven years old
Little naughty and a little bold
To keep him happy I jump and fall
But alas! He is not happy at all
His smile vanishes into a frown
When his friends call his father a clown
For every child the clown is real fun
But none wants their father to be one!
But alas! I must earn the bread that feeds him
I make others smile but see his smile go dim
I dip my sorrow in wine kept in a wooden cask
And when I cannot hide my tears I wear a mask
I cannot be his hero for whom I earn
May be in the next birth we can take a turn
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By Subhadeep Santra
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