The Eternal Stage Of Shakespeare Poem by P.A. NOUSHAD

The Eternal Stage of Shakespeare
I feel...

Rosalind whispers in the winds of thought,
Beatrice laughs where echoes are caught.
Mark Antony's voice still shakes the air,
Shylock's shadow lingers—silent despair.
Juliet's sighs drift like fading light,
While Hamlet broods through sleepless night.
Iago schemes in poisoned breath—
Virtue and vice dance between life and death.

I see them move in the world today,
Ghosts of the past that never decay.
The stage is set, the script unwinds,
Yet truth and treachery intertwine.
Is this the river that must not bend?
The fate we cannot comprehend?
My mind cries out—my soul implores,
Do we sail, or shape these shores?

The liars rise on golden thrones,
While innocence weeps in muted tones.
The exploiters feast, the boasters reign,
As honest hearts are crushed in pain.
Oh, architect of fate untold,
Do you watch this play unfold?
My tears surge forth, an ocean wide,
A prayer, a plea, a restless tide.

Yet in your words, I seek the key,
To unlock the truths that set souls free.
Through every line, through every verse,
I glimpse the blessing and the curse.
For in the mirror of your art,
I find the world, I find my heart.