‘Give her a mild morsel
Of music’, he said.
Ritu rose, switched on the player.
Soft melodious notes filled
Up the room, the bed.
Still she cried but
The sound was low
Tears slowly trickled
Down through her make-up layer.

Directing through the
Decade, plays, that
Brought success
And created his name,
He hardly had
Ever stopped the rehearsal.
For him it was a matter of shame.
‘Most difficult role;
Why did she opt to act,
If she was so fragile, in fact.’
He thought.