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Sunday, February 9, 2020

The Director - English Poem - Poolabala



















The director creates the characters
And drives them on the time line
Of ignorance to a secret destination
A long march into oblivion
From one dark cave to another.

Pain and tears, loss and fears
Are like deep gloomy craters
Some get tumbled into craters
Some can climb up, some cannot
They get stuck in the middle
But for sure both their end – the oblivion.

When the doubts and difficulties delay the march
Duty is the whip  the director cracks on the backs
Duty is the whip which everybody obeys
Some gets a lash some gets trash but one gets
his quota until he obeys.

When frisking and raving disturbs the march
He uses a piercing tool to create wounds
Insult and worry are the wounds that control
And quells the revelers and make them travelers.

He gives unlimited work and limited joy
A little happiness now and then to heal the wounds
Tomorrow is the greatest medicine
He pulls the characters with the rope of hope
Into the bright future – the oblivion

5 comments:

  1. బొమ్మని గీసి ప్రాణము పోసి ఆడేవు నీకిది న్యాయమా అన్న తెలుగు పాటను గుర్తు చేశారు

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  2. చక్కగా అర్ధం చేసుకుంటారు , ఆస్వాదిస్తారు , స్పందిస్తారు సార్ధక నామ ధేయురాలివి , సాహిత్య ప్రియా వందనాలు.

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  3. The director takes very keen care to expose the real character of every actor .

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