The Joker
He laughs his tears
He tears his laughs
He smiles with dreads
He dreads with chuckles
But for that misery
He dances on the stairs lost in insanity
No rhythm no harmony
Voiceless yet speaks loudly
Goes smoothly on wounds and injuries
Comedy and jokes with no punch line
Tickle the damned tragedy
Cross all lines and draw on society’s fake face
Its heartlessly genuine hypocrisy.
Socalledpoetry of Biba @2020
So-called Poetry of Biba 