Shishir Gupta Poet Free verse

Clown Out of Frowns

When he was young,
he was not strong,
other boys ran,
and called him less than man,
he was happy,
as they were zappy,
they teased him,
as he lost life,s vim,
they killed him inside,
chided him bad besides,
he could not play,
remained sad and unhappy,
as he grew,
more of this brew,
he had collected a lot,
inside like a big blot,
now when he grew older,
and sought job slightly bolder,
he decided to give,
what he could not receive,
happiness and gaiety,
all round,
and remove each sad frown,
he had turned a clown.

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