The Puppet Poem by Han Min Ohn

Once upon a time there was a lovely puppet
Some nights on the stage it would beautifully dance
It would sing sweet songs and make people glad
On other nights, its face looked gloom and sad
It would sing melancholic songs and made people wept
Though its brilliant performance enjoyed by every one
Its every move controlled by the puppeteer behind.

With passing of time the puppet got bored
Of being controlled by someone else’s plot
So, on the stage it would act and sing
In every way that it could think
Though its performance not much, as before, outstanding
And much lesser audience it could bring
The puppet really enjoyed its life being free of strings.