Life is a wandering
The target is not evident
Sensations follow the providence
Shadows create mourning
The blend which is creative
Dictator portray play for all
Joker play for bread
Bread in the sense for survival
The need which is unknown
But the thirst which is inborn
It continues till closure
When step out of the screenplay
The director inhibit the next move
May hack or sentence the clown
The laugh which is not from mind
But who practice it just to play
Real heal which is out of the profile
When it reaches the doom
Then the director renounces the play
Life a play which is loosen by the thread
When he blow it will move in that manner
Yet the hand is not at all visible
Dance, laugh, and cry without script in hand
Where all are players but director unknown…
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