gloomy tale of a love soloist

The melody it sang is a trick

But I never realize

Though it kept me to fly

Above up in the sky

To dream, to wish a fantasy

As frog croaking for moon

As me, dreaming for love

A speaking heart told to listen

A feeble mind told to obey

As me a pathetic soul

Ready to be knock

Ready to be thrown

Ready to believe

As uncolored wooden marionette I will be…

But …

Now the song changed its melody

Thus the lyrics it’s sung

Are different word

Telling a myth of unspoken fillings of heart

To this uncolored wooden puppet

Yet the song tell no beauty

I, arrogantly tear the sheet

Tease the singer

Making him in tears

As him a hunchbacker..

Now,

The song amend again

This time

The story it narrate

A mocking voice

To discern my look

Improperly made as scar

Scattered on my face

And I, ought to

Leave this theater of love

As he chant a better song

As he tune a better melody

As he, seem to exist a better prince

Than me, an ugly puppet

Uncolored

Scary

And a hunchbacker either………….

(rahman)15/9/2010

*ive made this poem quite a long time ago.. just i posted it in my note tab in facebook.. i hope u guys do enjoy art in language..