The clown - Beautiful speech

The clown

Yesterday evening, I read a very sad poem entitled "The clown" by a young poet. I sent the sad poem by public e-mail a few minutes ago [in the morning today] from My Datawind 3G tablet (by connecting it to My Jio 4G by wi fi).

I am reproducing the poem below for the convenience of My many lovelorn and dejected (female) readers!

The clown

I don't know
How you smile,
Even when your life is totally messed up.
I don't know
How you can be funny,
Even when you are crying inside.
I don't know,
How you hide your sad emotions
Behind that coloured mask of yours.
I don't know,
How can you make others laugh
When you are finding reasons to cry?
But I know,
You are not what you show,
And I know,
You are broken from inside,
But still manage to keep that smile,
That beautiful smile on your face.
I know not how
You are a clown.
They say,
A joker you are,
But you are sad like me,
I know,
But not as sad as me.

     - Durabikhya Gogoi, Class-X, Kendriya Vidyalaya, Golaghat.

(PLANET YOUNG, The Assam Tribune, Guwahati, Thursday, March 23, 2017.)

The name of the young poet - Durabikhya - which is probably connected with "telescopic vision" or vision from far away - sounds like দুর্ভিক্ষ - दुर्भिक्ष - famine - which seems appropriate to the mood of overwhelming sadness and dejection and despondency and utter hopelessness so successfully conveyed to the reader by the sensitive author of this very sad and moving poem which ends with a terrific punch-line.

Kishalay Sinha [G]

BEAUTIFUL SPEECH

Beautiful speech by the passionate female speaker on GOD TV ("DEDICATED YOUTH CONFERENCE"). (Don't draw unwarranted illicit conclusions from My approving message - a very common tendency of all unethical females!)

Kishalay Sinha [G]