Clowns. All of my life, I have lived among stones. These stones are not everywhere. For me, They are people around me In the shape of stones. They can’t be understood, Perhaps I don’t want to! Or I’m addicted to this life. May be I’m colour blind; I can’t see reality Of being human Among stones. It’s a difficult journey To find a cure. Difficult to find love. I have to ask myself, “Is there hope?” I believe there is—but where is it? Is it among clowns?
Sunil Saroa is a short-story writer, a poet, and an essayist from Panjab, India. His works have been published by Livewire.in. and Tell Me Your Story.biz. Currently, he’s a fiction and poetry reader for Longleaf Review, Florida, USA. He likes to read all the time and write his works while sitting on a balcony early in the morning.His name on official documents is Sunil Kumar.