i am not childish
you were the child
i was your toy
you were a lonely boy
i gave you one string of mine
you played me fine and
that made you smile
for that joyous moment
so i gave you another
and you were delighted
i could tell you were loving it
moving me by your fingertips
up and down, side to side
then i gave you more
i was already dancing
i wanted to dance more
so i gave you my all
you were elated and so was i
until you learnt all my tricks
until you learnt how boredom felt
even when you kept me by your side
you have never once again smiled
i had never danced anymore
so o snapped the strings on your fingers
because now that i have learnt dancing
i want to dance more
then you thought i was broken
i started to rise and walk away
that's when your eyes suddenly opened
you were scared and bewildered
you ran and left in a split second
you thought i was a ghost
yet i was still just this puppet you once played
and you were still the hands
that once became my master
and never stayed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem