Ode On A Puppet Poem by Indranil Bit

Round and round past the lawn
Wandering past the garden trees
She jumped straight into the mud
Soiling her embroidered skirt
Snatching grits off the soil
Throwing as far as she can
She seemed to have drowned
In all her mind like a dancing fairy
Orchard plants are all alert
To get a thrash or a whip.

Charlotte- the voice echoes
The voice she fears the most
It is her mom in a raging mood
How many times have I to clean?
Shaken, the captain retreats
Leaving behind martyr orchard
Charlotte strolls silently in
Like a puss that is so bonny
Waving the brown of her hair
Greased and smeared with earth.

Mom, Charlotte is here as you said
But mom, it is ideal time to play
I miss my roses and my vines
All are alone, waiting and crying
Mother hugs her nagging child
A warm kiss on her glooming cheek
I promise you a new puppet
Like a mermaid in a fairy tale!
A loving friend to my little doll
to accompany her all alone.

Now I do call upon all the bright
To close your eyes and think of her.
Are you still searching for Charlotte?
She is nowhere but within you
Think again of what have you done
In all these years you have subsided
You will discover every character here
The martyr, the mother and a promise
A promise of a loving to accompany us
That is too festooned to be real

Charlotte will grow and she will live
Orchards will grow but none will whip
Charlotte will be blessed with her new gift
But a puppet in no way can keep her words
To accompany little Charlotte all along
You an me who live or thrive all day
Will be busy in our fantasy play
The mongers will continue fascinating us
Till the time Charlotte becomes cold
But the cycle carries on and on!