The wind turned the page,
Just because lord wanted to change the stage ,

The protagonist did play well,
But the audience behaved rudely as hell,

The smile masked the tears of the character,
As she couldn't lose to a mere theatre,

Rumours, hatred pierced the dramatic heart,
Only she knew what was the cost of her art!

Playing various roles, she lost her identity,
Like the star of the day, she shone with difficulty,

Now as the page turned,
Her life was no longer darned,

Tear brook dried and glow said,
Appreciation welcomed and hatred bade,

Character then, she played herself now,
The day rolled to night and she twinkled like wow!

Artist then, artist she was now,
But happiness was what she only allowed!

The wind fluttered still,
To say, time heals!




© tuli