Curtain calls

Curtain calls


The final curtain call,
As the curtain finally falls,

As the breath leaves in growing gasps,
The memories flood like the actors with various parts,

The comedies that brought about the smiles,
The tragedies wore you down many a mile,

The different crowded stage of thoughts that touched in bit parts,
The inspiration that gave one a new start,

That one love, that hovered as a star from above,
The masked monsters of despair that into their bottomless pit did shove,

For the final bow came every memory, fair, dark, blue, of every hue,
For the act was done , the story spun,

The audience applauded this final bow,in trite ways,
Left ,to act out their own plays,

The illusion of life, passed this day,
The stage emptied , the cast scattered away,

For another curtain call, another day, at the end of yet another play.

--shubha