Short Clownish Poems

all stars that bright doth beam
doth not always a-right accord
that moderate terminal destiny;

routes there be craft-fill'd & thorny
but shaft-fill'd with the happy soft ending
clownish & whimsical as ‘tis doomful;

o moderation oft maketh abortive
a warfare’s line of battle at the hottest
angle that would take its foe’s roots....

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Looking into a mirror at
That person staring back at you
Is not what other people see.
What you perceive is a minds-eye
Aspect of a parallel clone-
An apparition in a realm
Manifested by your ego.
You look into its soulless eyes
That blinks a lifeless mimicry;
And what you think you see is not
On your side of the looking glass.
You conjure up the counterfeit-
A clownish mask- then masquerade
Not fooling nary one of us....

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A pufferfish is soft, roundish-sluggish.
Some even say slightly clownish.
Seemingly an easy target...
But when provoked it puffs up and flashes a set of sharp spines.
If engulfed, it'll stick in the throat of its bullhorn aggressor.
It's also highly toxic.
When predators attempt to cancel it, they'll likely die in the process.

If you hadn't noticed pufferfish are popping up everywhere.
Sometimes I see a hint of a pufferfish in the mirror....

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House turns into brothel today, near and dear seems prostitute
glory of saree has lost in clownish luxury, lost their gentle look.
Facebook and Messenger continue to serve them freely thereon
dating, chatting and adultery shows barbarian prostitution.
How will they open cloths! If there any cloth on the breast!
pussy is open without pounds! for rice only prostitute try their best.

N.B. This is the translated form of one of my poetry written in Bengali language....

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