As usual under his painted face
And a façade of smile
He was ready to make them
Laugh and giggle, in his own style
For the first time, he saw a face
Amidst all the crowd
Who could read his eyes and
See the pain which was obvious and loud
His heart lurched, and eyes smiled
As his soul was full of hope
Unimagined and wild
But he was not destined
To be happy and alive
As his fate favoured
None, the happiness nor solace
However he may strive
Once again with his destiny's wit
And under the façade of smile
The clown is now ready
to make everyone giggle
In his own made up guile
- Anu Shah
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