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Puppets

All are but puppets in this world
Strung up and ready to roll
walking talking and playing along
To the divine makers gong
We do not wait nor watch
Or understand the plot
Living like this as long as we can
Till death hits us with a pan
Pretending all the time
Like actors in some mime
Not knowing when the scene will end
Laughing we go along every bend
But when the lights go out
In our minds there's a doubt
Are we living a life
Or are we living a lie
Questions we don't seek answers to 
What are we here to prove?
Divine string dancers are we
One day we will finally see.


by, Teja Priyadarshini

Comments

Shanthiprasadh said…
Till death hits us like a pan....
I can't comment if our own death hits us but the loss of a loved one definitely hits us like a pan. And that's when we get a steely resolve of living better... However, unfortunately... The steel melts in a while and we are back to living a lie :)
Lovely poem dear...keep writing

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