Apuppet Poem by Bharati Nayak
Apuppet
O, stop!
Please stop!
Stop your maneuvering
I am not a puppet
To dance to your calls..
You have forgotten
That I too have a life of my own.
Decorating me in colourful wears
You make me dance in different postures.
Sitting behind the curtain
You read the dialogue for me
As if I have no language of my own.
You have written for me
A language of happiness
And a language of tears
Keeping my mouth shut
You read out the dialogues.
Do yout hink
A puppet's tear is not a tear?
A puppet's language is not a language?
The only truth about her
Is the invisible string
Tied to her feet and hands?
O'stop!
Stop your maneuvers!
In search of the only truth about her! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Please stop! ....../ I am not a puppet / To dance to your calls../ You have forgotten / That I too have a life of my own......outstanding coceptulization. Really a woman is not the puppet of a man. Beautiful poem with nice theme. Thanks for sharing.
Do you think a puppet's tear is not a tear? A puppet's language is not a language? O'stop! Stop your maneuvers! Touching expression! This poem is just magnificent! (10)
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I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 7:40:15 AM # 1.0.0
Dancing on a puppet string she sings.
Many thanks Bojangles for your kind read and appreciation.