Tale Of A Clown!

Since my childhood I aspire to become a clown

To entertain many with my colorful gown

My acts receive huge accolades

I love to display my acumen to satiate the audience

I could evidently realize

The hard reality people tend to escape in daily life

They only focused for instant solace

I act to satisfy them with my behest

I try my level best to perform with my optimum effort

Their satisfaction is my ultimate goal which can only ensure my comfort

They are my only targeted audience

For whom I toil with exuberance

I love how they enjoy my renditions with delight

They only inspire me to perform with might.

But I too have a space of my own

Where my livelihood sway out of their delectable tune

Their likings soothe me with a unique symphony

I sustain out of their jocund company

Though they exist in audience tyre

Without them I may only immerse in utter despair

I only exist in their jubilation

They are the only source for me to exist with inspiration!

I struggle a lot singularly to eke out

But I never accuse my predecessors for such ignominious fall out

I strive out of my hard labor

I am adored by myriad who love my performance with rejuvenating clamor

How they could envisage my strong fervor

I do have a family to look after with my astute flavor

For them I live

They do look at me with their pristine vibe

If I am not in and around them

My poor family will be forced to face sheer mayhem

They hardly could survive and sustain

They only are accustomed to be fed by my hard earn fame

Without me they cannot vigorously churn out of my perilous game

Alas! My life itself has become a joke

Sometimes I am treated as an object of joke and a despicable rogue

I alone only have the space to shed my tears

Am I entitled to be treated as an artist to walked upon and engulfed with fears?