(14th September,1971 / Dhaka, Bangladesh)

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A Final Play

Life is not a rehersal
It's an ongoing final play
Where we're not given a chance
To do something twice or say
For one by one all the scenes
Changes infront of us
And then without even knowing
We start life's ride in a bus
Which neither has any start
Nor has any end
Where we don't get any time
To think first 'n then pretend
And then at last comes the moment
When falls our life's named leaf
And then we have to get down
To end life's journey that was brief.

Seema Chowdhury

Submitted: Tuesday, October 19, 2010


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