In the green valleyUnder bright sun,A stage was setJust for me!
Every time I asked:Am I playing a drama?The master whispered:No, this is real life!
Neither I saw the viewersNor the hands that helpedI was busy playingFor the master!
Sweet moments,Lovely praises,My life was greatIn master’s hands!
I realized I’m a substituteTill the original’s arrival!The show is still on,With a polished doll.
It was a mere drama,Not a slice of life.I played my partAnd my name is puppet.
With broken strings,Without emotions,I lay in the binWaiting for the next play!
