In cirques of grand and color sleek
A Clown weeps in face of ink
To a vintage Indian tapestry
Balloons of blue and yellow tilt
Sad eyes of clowns to be
Migrate in carnivals to see
Sitting far from the ordinary me
A cheerless clown fades his grim
Extraordinary illusory themes
Discovers the artist and the freak
Bringing childhood to an odd peek
Applauds don't invade the solitary me
Was he the clown or the freak to me?
He was the freak with sadness and deceit....
I am not a fan of clowns..." I'm scared of them "
Annagallys T.
Copyright ©2008
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