Picture: Richard - III performed by Natrang and Rangroots theatre
at Amar Mahal, Jammu
Benign the night that brought thy acclaimed selves
to pour to eyes that pine for plays divine,
a fact, an act with tact of playful elves;
a tale, like ale that could prevail past nine.
What math, the hour that hath power and wrath!
What myth, this lore, told not before; how blithe
were we, to see the London Tower bath
the skies with gore; the floor became a scythe!
Who could foretell this spell that would compel,
us beings to stay until kindled anew
with feelings such that even Time’s bosom swell;
who knew that you would come to our rescue!
Remember thee, we will until we breathe,
for thou canst have more than what thou bequeath.
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