An Actor On The Stage

Never before 

Had I acted on the stage

Until this day

When He led me 

Unto the stage

And sternly said,

'Act, act until 

Your paint is peeled off

Although He knew

Everything about me -

The fluttering of butterflies 

In my stomach; or

The callous rats

Running in my belly,

That's quite unbearable for me

As if I'm a thief,

With bated breath, 

Running, and running past everything 

When he is like a policeman,

Along those sleuths, 

Long since

Hiding in me

Fell upon me!

No way to escape

I had to hide my pains,

My sufferings; and

Shut the door of tears

As I was on the stage

And acting amidst 

The audiences' clappings-

Their roaring laughter, and shoutings

Enough to shadow my persona

And his loud weepings 

Lying deep within my rib cage

Exhausted I grew

In the race 

As I couldn't pace with the night

Grinning back 

A step ahead of me;

I hear

No clappings, or

Laughter, or shoutings

Although on the dimly lit stage

Still, I'm acting;

For the flood of tears

Gushing out 

Through cracks in the door

And rolling down my cheeks

Peeling the facade off me 

And everything.