Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Clown

Short frame draped in gay frumpy clothes
A huge red cherry on the small pug nose
A wide smile painted over half the face
She sauntered and pottered around with a donkey’s grace

Too-bright eyes drinking in the glee,
A misty glimpse of what could never be
Through a green haze she saw a rosy world,
That always laughed at her.
Never with.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

did you really write that? it made me cry

Anonymous said...

ohhh god... that anonymous person was me, Deepika..