The Clown Poem by Raj Arumugam

The orange clown in the city
his arms akimbo, laughs.
Who's the fool? Who's the jerk?
Who's the bumpkin? Who's the dead nail?
The purple clown in the city
his legs wide, jeers.
Who's the pumpkin? Who's the harlequin?
Who's the Bozo?
Who's the buffoon?
The red clown in the city
his mouth ear to ear, mocks.
Who's the loser? Who's the misfit?
Who's not in? Who's inferior?
The cut-out clown in the city
his bandanna fluttering, cries.
Who's the reject? Who's thick wood?
Who's the nitwit? Who's outside always?




(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))