Apuppet

O, stop! Please stop! Stop your maneuvering I am not a puppet To dance to your calls.. You have forgotten That I too have a life of my own. Decorating me in colourful wears You make me dance in different postures. Sitting behind the curtain You read the dialogue for me As if I have no language of my own. You have written for me A language of happiness And a language of tears Keeping my mouth shut You read out the dialogues. Do yout hink A puppet's tear is not a tear? A puppet's language is not a language? The only truth about her Is the invisible string Tied to her feet and hands? O'stop! Stop your maneuvers!