The Stage

The stage was set.

The music was played.

Some stood on the wooden legs,

Some carried crafted horse.

Some danced as a tiger, with hours of makeup. 

Where others played with fire.

The stage was set for the festival of unity.

The music was not up to standards, 

It lacked instruments and voice of the rock stars but it was sufficient enough to lighten the tired soul.

The stage was set for auspicious occasions.

The actors lacked makeup, the dialog, the charm, and elegance but their skills kept the crowd entertained across the age.

There was no costly equipment, but there was an artist who crafted the instruments with passion.

The stage was there for folk and talent as an occupation.

There were no late-night shows or on-demand streaming.

There were no vulgar content or intense graphics but the kids enjoyed the arena with the puppets.

There was a stage, which witnessed the innocent audience.

There were dismal songs, elder women conveying pain through songs.

There were crackers and dancers while celebrating one's final destination.

There was a stage, where social sites and selfies didn't convey pain but tears and social gathering did. 

As we protected our culture as part of folks.

There was a stage where people saw folk art with respect when generations adored it.

Technology didn't kill folk art, in fact, they can do better as fusion. When modern harmonize in thoughts, not in our social image.