It's time to prepare for the great act.
I dread to meet the Mirror.
Oh! But we have a common bond.
We feed on each other!
There you are.
You splash reality rudely on my face
and laugh like a thousand bulbs.
I twist my face in anguish and there your hoots get louder.
My Cheeks are still smeared with paints.
They don't go easily.
Anyways, we were drunk after the show.
Who cares for a clean wash!
We all are colorful beings.
I spread paints on my face again.
It's white today, yellow tomorrow.
My brows are cut short and thick.
There is hardly any moustache left.
Just a small square above my lip.
I stick a red ball on my nose tip.
Smear red on my lips and frown.
The multi colored jingling hat
settles on my head like a crown.
I smoke a cigarette.
Jake the dwarf lost his life yesterday.
The gymnast is still grieving.
We all were moaning after the show
when Peter started weeping.
He looked so funny with his expressions
that we all broke into laughter and
cried again with tears in our eyes.
The show must go on.
1 comment:
i m impressed! u've found a fertile ground i suppose...keep cultivating!
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