Sonnet 4 Poem by Avik Datta Gupta
Sonnet 4
Prompter! Prompter! What is wrong with me?
The lines I mugged last night, aren't coming out…!
The stage is dark.. the spotlight's on me…
Those lost lines… are what the play's all about…
Oh …! you senile creatures…! ! ! Oh..! you new born babes! ! !
If silence were to be golden, why are these lines…?
For actors and jesters with a common crest of knaves…?
The stage is stained with their footsteps grime….
They are there..left back..unrecognised..unheard and unseen
I try to remember… blinded and deafened by the silence of the spotlight
As the curtain falls for the next act's scene
The play gets over and over spilled crispy popcorns rot all night..
They say life is a play..so go relearn your lines…
As the silent prompter smiles and toasts with your blood's red wine! !
I am speechless. Have no words to express. Just fantastic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/27/2024 1:24:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
AVIC, thanks for sending a message to me. I have read the above poem. It is a very beautiful piece but I am a bit disturbed the by constant three dots after some lines. I know the implication of it, to perhaps connote a continuity of thought or situation, but I find it many times... but of course, a poet like you must have your own reason for doing so. You have the passion for writing and continue doing so. I start writing very simple and short lines, perhaps manageable to read for those who are so busy and have only few minutes before a page on computer. Take care, dear friend and keep in touch.