The Orchestra Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The orchestra is in full rhythm,
Consonant and intonation,
The musicians
On the guitar, the accordion, the banjo,
The congo and the bongo,
Playing and beating them
In full resonance
And the music sounding
And re-sounding musically
With the announcer,
The comedian,
The dancer,
The lightman,
The sound boxman,
The singers
And the audience
Spell-bound and watching
Hearing the rhythm of speech,
The rhythm of music
And its harmony,
Sounds lyrical,
Speeches emotional and musical

And when the orchestra will be over
By the night time,
The audience will break
Will start retreating
With the tired steps
Feeling sleepy and drowsy
When the spell will break
As does it break the orchestra of life
And man and woman returning
As the theatre artistes,
Dramatic personae,
The stage mouthpiece and the spokesman
Going back to,
Having heard the song,
You are hope, my hope,
My love, my love.