They ask me, Mr.Dubey, where have got from the art of humour
Humour, mockery, joke and laughter
But what to say to,
As I have from the clown, fool, rustic character,
The village clown, circus joker, comedian,
The winker, whistler and imitator.
I have got my art form, I mean the performing art,
From the dancer, the village clown and the imitator
And my art is pantomime art,
I trying to say with signs and symbols,
Trying to imitate your style and manner,
Life-style and words.
I have learnt my art from the rustic clown
Dancing in a lungi and ganjee
With a beedi on the lips,
Whistling and dancing
With the band party.
I have learnt my art from the winker
Winking at,
The smiler smiling without rhyme or reason,
The voice-changer
Changing his voice to that of the girl’s,
One imitating the gorilla’s voice.
The monkey style chattering and grinning
When angry,
The snake-style hissing and hooding
When to attack,
The lion-style roaring,
All these for my imitation and pleasure sake.
The train is passing, whistling and chugging
And I too whistling,
Doing ta-ta, bye-bye to the passengers
Seated in the bogeys
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