Entertainer Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Brightly lit stage...
I move in the storm of
shining dialogues.
Get wounded with stabbing words
and sometime
thrilled by their joyous whisper
keep moving on...
Then turn and peer in the
thick dark
of the vast auditorium.
There am from my seat watch
the emptiness of vacant seats
around and the drama on stage.
I sulk, suffocate, turn restless
and feel dead.
The sudden awakening
by my own applause I watch
the emptiness
around and my act on stage.
Long back it's conformed...
This show must go on
for my own entertainment.
Suddenly I-he hurled
a mask to my direction
and drop dead on the
brightly lit stage...