LIVING CIRCUS
One day, sitting in a circus tent
I thought of life, thoughts came and went
Each act, it seems is thoroughly rehearsed
They may seem daring, but all players, well-versed
The secret is the rhythm, the background music
Each note is a cue, when to drop, when to pick
For tight rope walking, we need a big pole
And walking on thin air ? is a much simpler role
For general amusement, wild beasts are tamed
But beasts are beaten , at their own games and shamed
A girl is seen rotating, few knives are thrown
But the knife-thrower’s inner thoughts are seldom known
The trapeze artists swing high and then catch
The discarded swing of the previous batch
Music allows a certain grace and some beauty
But a net is provided for additional safety
The spot light is focussed always on players
But it is the band that directs, trick is truly theirs
All that the spectators see is the glitter and the glow
Background music is the key, this they don’t know
The only true artists are the clowns in this circus
They know each trick, but fumble, just to amuse us
The only true artists, these clowns do perform
On sheer impulses, not to any music, any form !
...originally posted in http://bhaskarbenjamin.wordpress.com
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