In this theatrical spectacle of our ilk,
where life rarely feels like silk,
accustomed are we not,
to detect a joker at every spot?
No don’t get me wrong
I do know a joker’s song.
whose mimes are timed like a rhyme
that make us mortals forget
the tedious face of all worldly crime;
He’s an instigator of laughter,
a whimsical innovator…
He’s the joker, the clown and the jester.
A joker pokes with his jokes,
and his jokes
keeps his corporeal oven soaked.
But that rare Chaplinesque humour
is now lost…
lost in the sea of a malicious tumour.
An unusual tumour it is
made of acrimony and prejudice;
It has a radiant glow of envy too
an envy that sings like a cuckoo.
When mortals shift their focus
from morality to immorality
and cloth themselves in lacy garments
of selfishness and avaricious brutality…!
When they gloat just to stay afloat
in the restless waters of a tourney,
when friends turn phony
and does the act of Brutus
the trusted crony…!
When limitations get limitlessly ridiculed
by a wayward Jupiter sized molecule!
Do they not become
the hurly burly jokers
in the fracas of life’s circus?
No one to be judgmental
’cause I too am that mortal.
But often do I think
about that famous Shakespearean ink
“All the world’s a stage
And all the men and women