Puppet Show Poem by C. P. Sharma

Puppet Show



Puppets to the Puppeteer
He pulls their strings
Dreams have wings
The fingers swing
Dance and sing
Actions spring
Fights in love
Separation
Cries

Clay
comes live
elements five
Its ego inflates
Dates after dates
Clay searches mates
Knows not its own final fate
Finally, comes the coup de grace
Of heraldry, pomp, and power no trace

Puppet Show
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C. P. Sharma

C. P. Sharma

Bissau, Rajasthan
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