Dead Theatre Poem by rashmi sri

It had its significance on art
The lights and colors all looked so bright
It showed the art, the art of all times
The memories of which still give delight
But there is no end to the life of rhymes

The curtains are down before the scene
And yes this theatre will soon be sealed
Because the in shallow now forever
And audience is learning the facts revealed
All acts are drowned, to come up never

Although the stage gave wonderful acts
But its irony was the pain always
That was showed by the actors
But now it is restricted even of sun rays
And the shine of its own glitters

The stage suffocated between the smokes
The fire of the morning was the cause
But the fire was as old as of years
And came the end as it was
To come to come with lots of tears...