gulab khandelwal selected poems

I am the marionette of your hand.
What if I am dancing in the theatre-hall!
The music and rhythm may be
In the hands of the players,
The string around my neck is always held by you.
People praise me,
Want to make me dance to their tunes,
But how am I to explain my helplessness to them?
How am I to show them,
The string round my neck?
Let every on-looker walk out,
I will always dance
As you will make me dance.