Circus
There goes a way
upside down
where strings are tensile
circus is no tomfoolery
giants or pygmies stalk
in a circus of boisterousness
no acting this, only the starved ones
watch a circus. Jollity. Mirth.
No tomfoolery, sadness.
In painted, grotesque faces.
Peel the layers, skin by skin
go deep into human faces. Breathe.
See them walk on ropes, cycle on life's
thoroughfares. Dance into skies. The audience roars.
Pained, that laughter is weeping, inner.
Dance into skies.
Dance into skies.
Dance into skies.
Bodies bent, shrinking
with every dance.
Don't die. Laugh.
Barking dogs are near circus of hell.
Disarm pained faces.
Breathe life into them!
Ananya S Guha
Shillong, INDIA.
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