This Circus Called Life...
Omila Thounaojam *
Hey you I'm talking to you
You there sitting on the front row
What's so new to make you smile through?
The act that I do includes you too.
Oh poor you, didn't realize it at all do you?
Don't underestimate yourself because it's nothing new
Look around and you'll see on the right, left...on the back seats too
All are enjoying my show with great ease
The tight rope walk that I do to pull this show
None realize that I'm enacting a segment of their lives
It echoes strange; don't blame me for saying plain truths.
It's a market place with no simplified rules
We are Clowns scattered here and there for our turns to come
To play the rules marked out for us by this tricky life.
Over rated sense of judging oneself has destroyed the human in us
What good did we do to be so proud of ourselves?
Circus is the fun house we thought we could escape to
But is it really that easy... covering oneself with guises so fake
Fake make-ups, branded wears, lame excuses and Victorian smiles
Ready to be blown away by even a small rule that's too truthful
Vanity! We thought it fair to be the guiding rule to rule us
Identify us and enlighten us about our dark sides
Who we are and how we are to be defined and represented
Have become far off dreams to even chase after
Laugh out loud since you all know by now...
Tell me who is the real clown???
* Poem written by Omila Thounaojam who can be contacted at omilathounaojam(at)gmail(dot)com
This poem was webcasted on July 30 2013.
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