Puppets Poem by Hans Raj Sharma

While, all being puppets
In the hands of time
With just a handful
Of characters as patrons
Showcase evil designs
But, we struggle hard
To make both ends meet.

Setting to play an evil
Chasing nefarious dreams
With exotic eyeliners
Bizarre frowning face
Deceitful Machiavellian
Devious mind and heart
Utter absurdity to darken
On a creative high to low.

Gone are flesh and bones
People are made of stones
Of what virtue and what sin
Hell or heaven no variation
While, all being puppets
In the hands of time!
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Ludhiana, Punjab, India.