Strings of Enchantment
In a realm of strings and artful craft,
Where hands of creators deftly laugh,
Dwell the puppets, a whimsical crew,
Each a tale to tell, each a soul anew.
Wooden marionettes on a grand stage,
Dancing with grace, their stories engage,
Their movements a dance, a delicate flight,
Guided by unseen hands through day and night.
Strings like tendrils, an intricate thread,
Binding dreams to limbs, where stories are spread,
A symphony of gestures, emotions that bloom,
In this puppetry realm, where wonders consume.
A jester with eyes that twinkle and gleam,
Weaving laughter and mirth like a golden stream,
His antics a mirror to the human heart’s jest,
In his painted world, he brings joy at its best.
A princess with gowns of satin and lace,
Trapped in a tower, seeking escape’s embrace,
Her eyes hold the longing, the hopes that aspire,
A silent plea to break free, to reach higher and higher.
An old wise sage, his face etched with time,
Shares tales of wisdom, a treasure so prime,
Through his weathered exterior, knowledge flows,
As he imparts life’s lessons, its ebbs and its flows.
Puppets, reflections of our hopes and our fears,
Bound to the puppeteer’s gentle veneers,
Yet within their strings, a magic concealed,
As they dance through the stories, their truths revealed.
Oh, puppets, you speak with wordless grace,
In your world of enchantment, you find your place,
Through the hands of creators, your tales come alive,
In the theater of dreams, where emotions thrive.
So let the strings guide your every move,
In this puppetry realm, where stories prove,
That even in stillness, in crafted design,
Puppets hold stories, both yours and mine.
By: Vyomi Shah
