The play

A Poem by Mira

The storm slowly closes in

I floated through the sea of whats and ifs,

Staring at the dark sky of hows and whys.

The ands and buts kept adding themselves,

To the tragi-comedy I was assigned to play.

The audience did not get cheered enough.

The sun didn't shine through the clouds.

I was supposed to have the magic wand of wonders,

But the crow made a nest out of it.

The staff was shred into ribbons,

Sewn intricately into a delicate piece of art,

With the chicks sleeping on the magic star.

I was told to be cruel

But the law put heartless to death.

I was told to find the solution

But I was the problem unknown.