Game Of Metamorphosis Poem by Mashiur Rahman

Everything is a game of metamorphosis
The world is changing every moment
And everything in the world is being changed
In between, there are some big change
Which we call creation or destruction
But nothing is created or destroyed at all

Everything is a game of metamorphosis
Suppose a house is built
This means that a piece of land was destroyed
The house was built in that place
In fact, the land was metamorphosed into a house
The materials that were in it
Soil metamorphosis brick sand
The metamorphosis wood of the tree
Suppose there is a pond
Even a piece of land was destroyed
The pond was created
There was no such thing as destruction or creation at all
Which is the metamorphosis of land into a pond

Everything is a game of metamorphosis
I was in my mother's womb before I was born
There metamorphosis from embryo
I have gradually evolved into a human being
Even before that I was with my father
Even before that I was in the fire, water, soil and air
I am a middle-aged man now
I will metamorphosis from a child to an old man
And after death I will be metamorphosed and merged
Fire, water, soil with air
There is no such thing as creation or destruction at all

Everything is a game of metamorphosis
The world is being metamorphosis
The planets are being metamorphosed into stars
The universe is being metamorphosis
Everything is a game of metamorphosis