Puppets
Held on to the fine strings
Was the framework of a puppet
As the colourful fabric clings,
To its body depicting snippets
Of the rich culture passed on,
From generations ago
And then it dawn upon
The newbies for it to grow.
Acts of the finest quality
Are enacted in those shows
Rewarded by the loyalty
Of the audience who chose
To enjoy the performance
Of the puppets or say the actors
While in reality was the brilliance
Of the puppet public's dictators.
Copyright © Tez Pallab Das | Year Posted 2022
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