I am on the stage
Of my own life
No camera, no light
I painted my face
With fire and ice
Without smoke and without flame
I bake my heart
Like a bread
But on the stage
With all of my self pride
I am brave
And I keep my face bright
I tell lies after lies
But people take those as truth
To people it appears
I laugh I smile
But inside
I continuously cry
I do not love myself
Let alone others
But plead for altruism
I shout for humanism
I advice people
Though I want those most
I myself a patient
But like a doctor
give health tips around
I cheat and cheat
My soul
I never express what it meant
I am an excellent actor
I keep continue my acting
i do not know any way
how to come out breaking the stage away
excellent.....We are all actors...we know how to perform well..Sometimes I take off my mask, but put it right back on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really great 1............we all are performing here our own roles n only God can break dis stage by saying da word pack up.