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Sunday, December 16, 2012

Joker


























Here I am in patched colorful dress;
with a red round nose and a big painted smile,
flaunting my fake expressions and people laugh;
on my joke and the way I act for a while.

The world looks dangerous from the stage;
I carry the burden of the dunce cap,
nobody looks beyond the fakes;
I know I gotta smile even if I got a slap.

I am a joker, I make people laugh;
they pay me for what I make them feel,
and I get paid to hide my sorrows;
pretending I am on my way to heal.

I may have a funny face;
and I make others laugh so deep,
but nobody makes me laugh in return;
when I am hurt and secretly weep.

They come to see me make them laugh;
a ticket and few hours is all it costs,
I laugh even without any reason;
no matter if I am going through the worst odds.

I am a joker, I make people laugh;
the day I’ll tell them my sorrows they’ll leave,
this is how this world works;
so I don’t wear my heart on my sleeve(s).

~Shreya ♥
P.S.1. My creation, please do not copy!!
P.S.2. Copyright © Protected
P.P.S. Image: Google

12 comments:

  1. Sigh - we all are somehow. That's a beautiful poem.

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  2. When you laugh the world laughs with you, but when you cry, you cry alone, Shreya!

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  3. Very touching poem Shreya! The ability to make someone laugh is a wonderful gift. But, if our sorrows become someone's pleasure, That's unbearable!
    Beautifully written!

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  4. Shreya,

    What may be going on in the mind of a joker brought our so realistically. Indepth perception.

    Take care

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