The play has been badly cast <br />But it was indeed not the last <br />I was merely a puppet <br />In the hands of a turret. <br /> <br />The stage wasn't empty <br />Life has become like Humpty Dumpty <br />His fall was great <br />But mine was too late. <br /> <br />The crowd laughed at me with glee <br />I dared not ask for a plea <br />I was only an actor <br />Directed by the Director. <br /> <br />The strings were very strong <br />Which were playing ping-pong <br />I did a simple mistake <br />That made the bonds go fake. <br /> <br />The puppet lost its soul <br />It was now like a basket with a hole <br />The tears came pouring down <br />Who could weep for a clown? <br /> <br />Its not always you win <br />You lose yourself to your kith and kin <br />It is they who really care <br />No one else has time to spare......<br /><br />Alok Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autobiography-of-puppet/
