Need A Happy Finish Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Moving into the warmth of day
I feel rejuvenated to act in the play
He is going to direct as His habit
A character, in love, in its twilight

Know not I what dialogue to deliver next
What action to be done, in what pretext
Each moment bears an eerie suspense
Thought lifts my soul, often makes me tense

Half the way is already travelled
Crushed hills, at the strength marvelled
Heart gets heavy for frequent cuts
Hope lies low for many unsavoury blots

Can’t change the script for better
Pain or joy, what does it matter?
Would feel happy only if He does wish
To direct my act to a happy finish.