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Tears of the Clown

by Afzal Moolla

A veil of smiles
Worn effortlessly,
Tuning out the blurring din,
Alone in the cackling throng,
Never hoping to belong,
Though pining to fit in,
Peeling off the thin facade,
Feeling the pained charade,
Melting into the dim parade,
Trickling effortlessly down
Over the strained contours
Of a spurious laugh,
The tears of the clown,
Rehearsed, rehashed,
Form an unending cold stream,
Dissolving the lingering traces,
Of this simple boy’s dream.

Copyright © 2013 by Afzal Moolla

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