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the clowns cry !Sadness creeped inside my soul asking for a reason to do its role !
I searched and I searched ,but the realm of darkness denied me an answer !!
illusions were so deceiving and dreams were so unreal ,in spree of perplexed emotions ,
time also had a laugh of its own.
black was my colour and tears were my enocuragement
well, i was a clown busy showing his tricks in midst of a funeral !
the last fistful of soil were my curtain drop of the show.
3 comments:
struggling poet huh??????nyway gud try....keep it up....
vipu ..i love this one...i agree with u when u say time has a laugh of its own! but i should tell u that being a clown to hide your emotions is well appreciated.
The beauty of a poem is when the poet has experienced all those emotions and I can see that my Vipu is the best.
thank u dear!!
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