Once upon a time in an Indian town

A storyteller wrote the story of a clown

"Vidushak" he named him, spun a tale new

Snippets of the guy’s life… From memories of a life he knew…

 

"Vidh" (let’s just call him that) was once a boy

Who loved puppets.. always had one as a toy

Played with them.. Enacted tales too

Some imaginary.. Some partially true

 

In tales he lived and dreamed as well

His tales were his world.. His heaven and his hell

Through tales he captured people’s attention

Made them feel every intense emotion

 

Soon though the crowd started ignoring him

For though a good puppeteer nobody liked tales grim

He changed his act, became a clown

Decided that his audience will never frown

 

And so his tales evoked a single emotion now

Laughter he gave to the world, hiding his other emotions somehow

For every tear, every fear, every negative emotion he ever faced

Was his forever.. never shared.. never surfaced

 

And thus went on a circus life…

Imbibed in which was a random clown’s strife..

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