THE CLOWN



gita janaki 
 
Of all the casts
what was left for me
was that of the clown.
Lumpy nose, flowery attire
and perpetual a grin from ear to ear.
Pat or slap
I had to laugh.
Sad to death
I had to laugh.
They throw me up in the air
Caught or not,
I had to laugh.
But of all
I am the most noticed
Of all
I am the easily forgotten
Of all
I am the one
who can easily be avoided.

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