“What cruel monster possessed her?” conscience asked,
He cried and sobbed and cried out loud, unknown to all,
As the lost lover melted in fever and pain, still held together,
Helpless hands shook but still wrote, verses for peace of mind.
He wrote about the joker in the pack, always in the middle,
Cracking jokes at anything and everything making people laugh,
The colors and costumes added a cheer or two in attraction,
And the joker stood in the middle hiding all the pain he had.
Then the inevitable day came, leaving behind masquerade,
As deep in him felt the love for a girl with respect he looked,
Exchanged smiles, some jokes, and stories that made her giggle,
A little crush has grown bigger and bigger into a sweet romance.
The world laughed out loud and along with them he again joked,
In the masquerade of the laughing world, lost her to cunningness,
Wolves hidden in daylights speaking sweet and divine stole,
His love through the mockery of life’s truth and honesty.
Wandering all alone at times joking about himself he chocked,
Hiding all that into the middle of the world, he ran and he joked,
The laughing world, again and again, added more pain to his words,
When back alone, his conscience cried out loud, with a permanent grin.
The versifier as if from a dream got up and walked,
In the reflections of the mirrors and screens, he looked,
As if in a long lost search for a face or an image,
But only saw the masqueraded face of the joker laughing out loud.
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