My Song

My Song

P K Routray

A screen

is seen

at the start and at the finish

in between does vanish

in a movie show.

Hardly it, audiences know

in the hustle and bustle

in their entry-exit tussle.

Bur, on it, enact all actions

all showmanship exhibitions

that enthrall and captivate

the audience to rapturous state.

On it, tread and tramp

hero, heroine villain, and vamp,

snowclad mountain melts to sea,

a burly Tarzan is brought to the knee.

The sweet silences to deafening roars

scenes of love peace to mutiny and wars

crafted over the screen over and over again

but unruffled, undisturbed, unaffected it remains.

                                    Poems have been composed in plethora on the   leaf of lotus

eulogizing its nonattachment characteristic in focus

as the attachment is demoniac and nonattachment is divine.

Hence here on a much-neglected screen, the song I assign.