Actor By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
The eye winked, the face stirred,
The storm-tossed mind geared,
He cried out in sorrow with borrowed skill,
Why did you elope before finishing the deal?
She smiled, freshened her voice, and cast arresting look,
As if she was inviting to read and realize her mysterious book.
The queen came with her fays, and let them go,
The minion, trespassed, they whispered, a show.
The king’s visit to the poisoned –maidens,
The quivering alarm roused, the catalogue-live,
Flashed, some were dashed, the sensual feast,
The off-stage mirrored suspended breathing.
The prisoner in the bar,
The judge made him swear,
The prisoner did not know the deed,
The justice pronounced the capital verdict.
The public represented him in the house,
A great orator cum parasite is he,
A wrist man, murderer, and more he could be,
But he never crossed the mandate line,
For plundering and cheating he had no fine.
The hero of Joyous- Mood idealized his roles,
Clamoring audience, clapping hands, recognized his roles,
At the end of his career,
In burdened - ages barrier,
His conscience poked him if he had his own role to play,
He could not remember but a series of vain tale wrapped in clay.
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