Social Circus.

Come see the circus!
Where life will perform to the needs of life, and more.
Where we perform stunts for a few claps more.
Where the wounds don’t matter, pounds do.
Clap! Clap! And Clap a little more.
We climb the ladder to fall again.
And still we laugh to hide the pain.
Jokers we are, and all of us.
Clap! Clap! Clap!

Kids cry at home, but we perform,
With life in the fist and love in the clouds.
Here you will see, you and me.
Standing on string of the boardroom ring.
Where we fall and rise on the bed of nails,
And we still smile hoping for some golden days.
Welcome! Welcome! To our social funeral.
We are trained professional.
We don’t cry. We laugh when we want to cry.
And then we all say ‘I am fine’ with a smile.

Smile! Smile away! Smile always.
Come! Come! Come!
To the great ‘Social Circus’.
Where relations are used to move ahead.
And when heartache grows, we drink a little more.
And laugh and say ‘what the hell!’
When sinews go slow we still keep playing.
And we make us laugh till the burial is laid.

So, till then we, the jokers;
Dance to the tune of unheard cries.
And clap because tears are dry.
So, Come! Come! Come!
Clap! Smile and laugh for we have to play,
The joker of destiny everyday.