My awed senses cannot do justice to how magnificent it all looked.
Speechless with excitement, I was finally sitting at the seat booked.
Oh! I had yearned & hankered to go, to sit beneath the mammoth tent.
Finally, the night had arrived. Oh! I tell you, it all looked resplendent.
The twinkling lights beckoned, cavorting amid shimmery dunes.
They danced and bounced around, gyrating to rhapsodic tunes.
It was a surreal sight, magical; one that I had never before seen.
God! If only this vista could always be what my life has not been!
Then by and by they entered, making grandiose entrances on cue;
Majestic elephants and stately horses, birds and people too.
And from amid that melange of performers, came the comic relief.
It was the clowns! Wow! I tell you they got us in splits, beyond belief.
It was truly a night to remember, I was living my dream you see
For as far as I can recall, in the Circus is where I wanted to be.
I was enthralled by the charms that the vagabond life had to offer.
I was a child yet, full of hope, unaware of the how Circus folk suffer.
They may bring a smile to our faces, hold us in stupefied rapture.
But their nomadic life has no permanency, its forever under censure.
They live from act to act; no home or inkling of things on the morrow.
I think I am better in my own life for I have a home without sorrow.
Image – Becky Phan via unsplash