The sad puppeteer
Respected great people, Please listen to my sad story, I was a poor puppeteer, Once puppet show dominated the village festivals, The puppets were made of wood and clothes, And they were manipulated by the strings by me, Which were attached to their heads,arms and legs, I told tales and stories through my puppets, That folk art deeply rooted in rural traditions, I felt sad to see the decorated puppets, Which were stored in the wooden box , The modern entertainments killed the art, Please give space for us and our art to live.
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