I lived in a town
With a friend who was a clown
He had a habit unusual but funny
Though after a point his habit made me grumpy
He used to smile n' sing,
I wouldn't mind if he did it during the day
But his habit woke up every night
When deep in his sleep he sang and grinned
The first night when I shared my room with him,
I found it eerie as it came unexpectedly
But soon I grew used to this strange habit of his,
Moreover I enjoyed his songs with weird lyrics
However by dawn he had no knowledge,
Of songs that took birth on his lips
Everyday the clown would wake up
And would go to a colorful place to work
Everyday he used to jump and fall like a bunny
People would laugh as they found it funny
As the jumps were real,
So were his falls
And I can tell without a doubt,
His body must be aching
He would look at his audience
And grin as though nothing happened
And when he heard laughs and claps,
That came from the crowd
His chest would rise,
As their applause made him proud
Even today as he lays,
In his tomb
With a smile on his lips,
And colour all over his face
Now he sleeps deep in the ground,
Smiling as ever, but nobody to laugh over
Last evening I went to pay a visit
To the grave of my clown friend
And lo, there he lay
Six feet under the ground
As I sat by his side,
I could feel something creeping on my skin
I think I heard a whimper
Or was it a melody?
Growing like an invisible tree
Out of the ground that gave shelter
My friend still sleeps down there
But his songs haven't betrayed his lips.
