The drama of Life

Life is a drama – a medley of scenes
We, ourselves play our own roles for some sort of consolation
The conclusion, cannot be predicted – but, sure it must be somewhere

In the backstage there is no one except us – we, ourselves manage the whole
Yes! It is difficult to manage - the scenes, which consist of,
Parting with beloved ones – and restating the life

Memories may represent the curtain beyond the whole thing
It might cover up the goods or bads either we know them or not
But remember…
We, ourselves are the characters - who show them or not
Whether we are known or not.

The script or sketches can be changed to suit the flows
But it is our responsibility try not to commit flaws
Depicting in sake of our self - not so easy like watching a cinema
‘Cause we, ourselves the whole, - who do whatever he thinks, in minutes

We, ourselves are the spectators in the audience of our own theatre
Who are always ready to applaud for success and to weep for their sorrow
But..., just make it clear that,
Any of us can’t see the entire portrayal which exhibits inside our own theatre
Without passing the counter, which represents our parents…

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