Theatre Poem by Naveed Akram

To keep a man alive in the theatre,
You need those who laugh to laugh,
You must be a play, and an acting
That lives with the very life you create.

Once the act begins you must perform
And out-endure the others, or die.
Will you answer the questions of the playwright?
His mysteries are unsolved by you.

To keep a man and show him the role,
His eyes light up and give you a secret look -
A sight of wonder, a real funny sight.
What is the choice of the director really like?

He, the director of worth, is selling you a secret:
Really you're good, you're real good.
What is the point of sentences that do not show the action?
Dialogue can occur and selling tickets begins.

You have money, now, and a reputation
For the very finest roles and occasions.
Dialogue can occur, and more auditions.
Your life is again the same as childhood.

Adults do not confer such as this,
As many more shall sit at home and watch,
Or shall they skip television, the good old box,
And see the stageplay, on a platform in a theatre.

True plays are sensed by Some
Not many.