Let Me Go
Me was carved uncouth but its no fault of mine,
No way near those action figures yet I seldom did whine,
Not to be picked from oblivion- the original cosmic design
But she did, polished me fine, attached a simple lovely twine
Please let me go, please let me go, here is not where me belong
Its the oblivion, unknown, unheard, unseen and beyond
Scary was this new retention, a shackled daunting detention
Me is tugged under the spotlight and into unwanted attention
Forced to dance to mob’s mirth and my master’s intention
Petrified with fear, me could curtail tear, all in a staged pretention
Please let me go, please let me go, here is not where me belong
Its the oblivion, unknown, unheard, unseen and beyond
A new “leash” of life? Oh no, oh no, me made a fool of myself
Seeing me strapped and stripped of my pride, strangers amuse themself
Show got over and I was set aside, its over its over me thought
Wanted to crawl away from the site and return never not
Please let me go, please let me go, here is not where me belong
Its the oblivion, unknown, unheard, unseen and beyond
But here it goes again, still to be stripped threadbare until nothing left
No more, no more please, in your deft hands, this is a soul theft
It is fate now, it will stop never not matter how much I cry, how much I try
Me hung myself on this string, such irony, me fails and fails again to die
Please let me go, please let me go, here is not where me belong
Its the oblivion, unknown, unheard, unseen and beyond
posted by Viswa at 12:29 PM
2 Comments:
I think the last few lines (before the chorus) reveal the poignancy of the hapless puppet here. Despite being hung from a thread, you fail to die. But I stand by my useless sense of optimism - the puppet is doing a good job of entertaining and it can choose to adopt a different outlook. But then, that's just me. But it's the myth of Sisyphus captured here beautifully in verse. Well done, Jeeeva! :-)
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