The Sad Clown Poem by Mrs.Nazia Hamsakutty
The Sad Clown
The child has grown
To conquer the crown.
But made himself a clown
By selling the soul's burn.
As he is alone
He became down
And feels to yawn,
Though love to move on.
Waiting for a dawn
He weeps and mourn.
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5/1/2024 8:02:41 PM # 1.0.0.1119
it's not easy being a clown. good one, richard