The Sad Clown

Was his poverty make him a clown surely He never answered such a question foolishly. Time alone pushed him on the stage really. He made the audience to laugh merrily. But no body made him to cheer joyfully His tattered dress make children to laugh loudly. Alas,no one ready to give him a dress pleasurely. He was merely a puppet on the stage only. His actions were controlled by god closely And he enacted as per the order of god mostly. He danced by the swings of the strings badly His fate was determined at the hands of Him kindly. He stood on the stage with dimmed eyes firmly. Alas, his mother was on her death bed sadly. But he was forced to play on the stage certainly. For him life was not a bed of roses obviously.