Light shakes <br /> as a branch tilts <br />in the wind <br />life runs <br /> flimsyand quick <br /> forwarded vcd it is <br />still <br /> your face is visible <br /> neatly <br /> darkness fails to hide <br /> as past lurks <br /> I feel my need-past and present <br />future haunts me never <br />let it as it comes. <br /> Once jumping into the river <br /> to die <br /> death dipped in it <br /> I got injured. <br /> <br />A door opens <br /> a conch blows <br /> a puppet looks <br /> a season fades <br /> and <br /> a death waits for me in living <br />still <br /> how lovely it is to live. <br /> <br />A hailstone strikes <br /> its icy touch <br /> sucks my pain <br /> gives something other. <br /> <br /> Oh! How sad I am <br />how happy I am <br /> a torso of a puppet <br /> the rest <br />still a puppet it is; <br />a child plays. <br /> <br />How sad and happy I am! <br />Keshadurapal; 18/11/2010<br /><br />Golaka behari Acharya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/torso-of-a-puppet/
