The sad and solemn music of humanity,
Heard I,
Sitting
On the gallery benches.

The music was in high notes,
Up above the orchestra team
Playing the bands
And the music taking us far away.

The plaintive notes to sadder tunes
Of life
In thinking about the circus artistes
Playing with life and the wild.

The men at the nets
Carrying our acrobatic skills,
Climbing the ropeway
And the lone joker left alone jumping without.

The taller joker
On his outing
Meeting the pigmy jokers on the way
And making them seated.

And the cycle in engine trouble,
Tottering
And the joker working as a mechanic
And the smaller jokers helping as orderlies.

The horsemen galloping,
The mahouts mounted atop the elephants,
The lions growling,
The caravan of camels going.

The biker biking in the cage
Like a mechanic
Playing with life and death,
Risking his life rounding and rounding.

The ring master with the flogs
Into the hands
And the circus artiste
She in between the lions performing.

Sitting on the gallery benches
Saw I all that
Being tuned to the melodious music
Overflowing the canopy.

Bijay Kant Dubey

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