i'm the stage
i'm the setting
i'm the play
i'm the actor
i'm the green room, too
but how's it you kept
the command ove the
curtain in your hands?
o, curtain boy!
my curtain boy...
don't you see
the stage's developing cracks?
the setting's getting ruined?
the lines're getting broken?
the actor's growing weary?
the greenroom floor is all smudged
with the colours of spent out emotions?
o, curtain boy...
my curtain boy!
30aug2009
00.40hrs
lovely...a hidden meaning too...different poem
this doesn’t pale at all with my poem! …love your curtain boy who decides beginnings and endings…..and when it’s time for our final bow…..
Yes, we all have a curtain boy in our life and how often we wish he had kept the curtain open just a second longer and how often have we realised he closed it just in time. Brillant write Indera.10
Wow, the idea that the curtain is held by a curtain-boy is a very good point and I wonder if the curtain-boy, the one who holds the curtain knows what of a power he possess, if only he decides to play with the curtain. It is a wonderful allegory.
From: Brett Ackerman (Colorado Springs United States; Male; 44) To: Indira Babbellapati Date Time: 9/3/2009 6: 56: 00 AM (GMT -6: 00) Subject: Re: o, curtain boy...my curtain boy! ' I see many parallels in meaning that make theater a good focal point of your title.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the idea... the poem ended too soon though.