Mock Epic: The Legendary Stage Poem by ashok jadhav

Sing, O Curtains, witness to the deeds of mortals,
Where Heroes tread the sacred planks of the Stage,
A realm where light becomes thunder, shadow a cloak of fate,
And applause rises like the roar of Olympus itself.
Behold the Mortal, trembling yet resolute,
Eyes wide at the abyss of empty seats,
Heart hammering, palms slick with heroic sweat,
As the Stage looms—altar, battlefield, and proving ground.
Footlights flare like fiery sentinels,
Microphones hum with latent power,
Props lie scattered like relics of ancient wars,
And every step may summon glory or disaster.
The Heroes of old—actors, orators, musicians—
Whisper from faded posters and echoes,
While Stage Monsters lurk: missed cues, forgotten lines,
Rival performers, tripping over cords, and the fearsome pit of technical mishaps.
The Mortal advances, voice trembling but bold,
Gesture heroic, every movement a declaration,
Until fear and awe collide, and courage triumphs,
And applause rains like nectar of the gods, immortalizing valor.
Even the scenery bows in silent tribute,
Curtains closing slowly as the Hero departs,
Victorious, exhausted, absurdly exalted,
For the Stage, mundane yet mythic,
Transforms mortals into legends, one performance at a time.
Thus ends the epic of the Stage,
Where every line spoken, every note sung,
And every stumble or triumph
Becomes absurdly heroic, immortal, and eternally celebrated.