Avik Datta Gupta - SONNET 4

Prompter! Prompter! What is wrong with me?
The lines I mugged last night, aren't coming out…!
The stage is dark.. the spotlight's on me…
Those lost lines… are what the play's all about…
Oh …! you senile creatures…! ! ! Oh..! you new born babes! ! !
If silence were to be golden, why are these lines…?
For actors and jesters with a common crest of knaves…?
The stage is stained with their footsteps grime….
They are there..left back..unrecognised..unheard and unseen
I try to remember… blinded and deafened by the silence of the spotlight
As the curtain falls for the next act's scene
The play gets over and over spilled crispy popcorns rot all night..
They say life is a play..so go relearn your lines…
As the silent prompter smiles and toasts with your blood's red wine! !

Avik Datta Gupta

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