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Art of Joy

"Tears rolled down,
As my head was adorned by crown!
It made me look around,
Thinking, that's what I need! A materialistic crown"

I cried for bicycle, which I saw in playground.
I begged my dad, to get me one from the town!
I thought, "It would give me happiness "and  it took my heart down!
As I didn't get it, my mind went BHOOM!!

I didn't get things, years down.
But, it thought me something which not many have known.
It thought me a art, which not worried about noun.
It made a crazy clown!

Clown crawls from up to my heart,
He hasn't left tears, apart.
The clown was inside me!
And the mission was the search for it inside me!

That's when you get "Art of joy" 
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