When we come we scarce know life is a play,
Nor know to act and improvise ahead,
And play our parts as ordained and scripted,
Coming and going the exiting way.
We then know that curtain would one day fall,
And figure out, we must our applause earn,
We must our parts well learn, learn and unlearn,
Our act still no claps earns ere curtains call.
And we return with baggage of the past—
That how we wish we can somewhere offload,
We know this cannot go on nor would last,
But we carry on, on a beaten road.
Poor Him had hoped we would try and go far,
And some that did twinkle today as star!
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- Sonnets | 03.09.07 |
Aniruddha Pathak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-saga-of-life/
