Beneath the dimming lights, the curtain rises high,
A world of dreams unfolds, where fantasies don’t die.
The stage, a canvas wide, with colors bold and bright,
Tells tales of love and woe, through day and through the night.

Each actor dons their mask, a character to be,
They dance, they laugh, they cry, in perfect harmony.
Their voices echo strong, through halls both grand and small,
Invoking deep emotions, in every heart they call.

The scripts are ancient scrolls, yet timeless in their grace,
They speak of human truths, no era can erase.
With every scene and act, new worlds come into view,
The theatre’s magic touch, forever feels so true.

And when the final bow, the last applause is heard,
The memories remain, in every whispered word.
For theatre is a realm, where life and dreams entwine,
A place where shadows live, in stories so divine.