The Turning Stage Poem by ashok jadhav

The crowd waits silent, breath held in suspense,
As characters emerge beneath the lights.
Each gesture carries weight, each word a spark,
And tension coils within the shadowed space.
The plot unfolds like wind across the sails,
Invisible yet driving every step.
I watch the arcs of courage and of fear,
The choices made in darkness and in haste.
A whispered secret shifts the tide of fate,
A sudden act ignites the latent storm.
The drama rises, building to the peak,
Where hearts collide and stories find their truth.
And in the pause that follows every scene,
The narrative leaves echoes in the mind.
We see our own desires, doubts, and flaws
Reflected in the movement of the stage,
And know that life, like story, bends and turns,
Until the final curtain falls unseen,
Yet leaves its mark upon the soul of those
Who witnessed fleeting truth in fleeting form.