FOR ATUL
Amid applause
Admiring stares
And angers shown of little careless motions
Stands the saddest clown of all
Listen in his silent movements
For a glimpse of his anguished call in pain
He feels the blow of your disdain
Foolishly
He never found the answer
He never saw the clues
Of how though faultless pity
He came to belong
To you ...
And you
Why?
He expresses the need he feels to walk by your side
In the crowd that stare at his stupidity
He sees his own reflection
Crying for his rejection
And you laugh!
HA!
Why?
Don't cry for them maestro
It is yours and not their show
He feels sorry
For he sees more fools outside him than within
And though no sadder sight is there than a sad clown
Don't frown at me!