Sitting On The Circus Gallery Benches, Heard I The Music, The Music Of Humanity, The Melodies Breaking And Taking Me Far Away Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Sitting on the gallery benches
Heard I
The music of humanity,
The sad and solemn music of humanity
Taking me far away,
Far away.

The acrobats at the nets
Doing acrobatic skills,
The woman artiste in between the lions
And the lions roaring,
Growling
And the ring masters with the flogs.

The pygmies and jokers
Entertaining with a broken cycle,
Getting punctured or made punctured,
The tall joker cycling with other smaller jokers,
Stopping on the midway
And mending the loosely-held cycle.

The horsemen coming and galloping
With the groomed horses so beautifully,
The elephants sprinkling water
On a replica of Shiva,
The juggler juggling with balls and caps
And the pygmy joker imitating them in count and re-count.

The motorcycle man racing,
Racing and racing
In the globe,
The cage shaking,
Showing the play
With life and death.

And I sitting from gallery benches,
Hearing the orchestra music
Taking me far away,
The melodies so sweet and engulfing,
The melodies of life so heartening
Hearing the sad and solemn music of humanity.

Sitting on the gallery benches
Heard I the music,
The sad and solemn music of humanity
Sitting on the gallery benches
Saw I the circus artistes
Performing with the mellifluous orchestra music taking me far away.