In a troupe
an artists goes around
the skill of managing his skills
balancing about
Life, like a tightrope
holds you about
move a wheel on thin life about
managing the words of supervisor
hearing few honey tipped praises
don’t inflate about
Many a packets of bitter pricks
bursts you about
just fly with fluffy cloud around
harmful words
make you penniless
when you decide to retort about
do your counting
Your favourite nursery rhymes
and forget the insults that people tag behind
balancing; indispensable art
sooner learnt
artist rises on skyscraper…