dear old comedianA Poem by poddar kushalDear old comedian
They sit with the pulsing anticipation Every time the dilapidated Comedian takes the stage wearing a wry smile. Rustles of the mice beneath the stage, An electric fan fumbling in its orbit, They are waiting to laugh at gestures, Thinking every little utterance is joke, Your sentence will end with a tagline, Something to play and roll in happy humor. So when you say: “I no longer can chuckle Even at the cracked mirror!” They claps and whispers about otherdays of laugh. You say that you have buried Your remains long ago, under a mild stone. Then, all they think while grinning Is that you have spent your jokes.
© 2008 poddar kushalReviews
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20 Reviews Added on March 4, 2008 Last Updated on March 4, 2008 Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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