Scenes change, acts change, senses change
Players change, times change, games change,
Hunters change, birds change, breaks cage.
All the world is a stage.
Flowers bloom, smile soon, comes morning
Sets sun, languish leaves, comes evening,
Comes storm to strongly show its rage.
All the world is a stage.
First hearts run after desire,
Then minds after it thoughts fire
They get ready a war to wage.
All the world is a stage.
Stars twinkle, moon changes, runs the sun
Man with them also has a long run,
Through centuries that does him outrage.
All the world is a stage.
Writers write, readers read great books,
They attract our minds with firm hooks,
People wish their names in some page.
All the world is a stage.
Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-the-world-is-a-stage/
