The Puppet Singers Of India Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The puppet singer,
The old puppet singer of India
He often used to come
And sing the same song
From his old stock
Making the puppets dance,
The wooden puppets looking blackly
As for oil polish
And he with the hands covered under
A wrapper he used to play,
String the puppets,
Singing a love song forgotten
Or a love song so sad
Or a folklore daughter forgotten and missing
Of yore gone by,
The puppet singer,
The old puppet singer of India
Who during his late days also used
To talk of the tougher times
Of keeping the olden vanishing art
And the difficult times with a poor audience
Of the households interested in
Or the street people admiring it.