The show is over
The curtain is drawn
I sit alone in my room
With my make up on
Hoping for a knock
Someone to come around
But the people are gone
With a distant memory, of dance n song
I had all ur attention
While I performed
Then u left saying,
The show must go on
But I sit alone, waiting
With my make up on..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Natasha M. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.