Each second each breath of life
Fights alone a silent battle at height
Like the serene surface of calming sea
Unmindful of a tumultuous world underneath
For survival once thus recounts
A story retold in thousand episodes
Acts and scenes on the stage of life
Becomes a part of every existing role
Decoration of a tilted plastic smile
Stands in the marketplace for sale
My dialogues in the play essays toughness
My weak character falls and doom permeates
Take a look at a foreign theatre
That attracts a thousand visitors
No visible difference shall reach your eye
But can help to sharpen your vision
Same dialogues monologues and same roles
Read and played by different faces and names
Can open in you the wise sixth sense
Like sweet stands opposite to sour
Like happiness stands opposite to sorrow
All have pains and defects to hide
All mortal stories are replicas.
You put forward an interesting premise. Each time I see with mortal eye and hear with ravished ear the words spoken of a Shakespeare or a Milton I feel my self transported and each time I see and hear something new and different. BB : O)
quite a fantastic poem, the way you start this poem, i am impressed by the narrative style.. enjoyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Decoration of a tilted plastic smile Stands in the marketplace for sale My dialogues in the play essays toughness My weak character falls and doom permeates only strong pen can use such words..... grrt