The Play Poem by Bobby yadav

I have lived 100 pages and more 100 to live
Half way through, yet easy to conceive
Small is my part in the worlds play
That page by page continues to decay

Not much lived, but too much seen
Hooked at times and at times hopeless I have been
Such is the fiction and the characters around
With no emotion in their heart and empathy in the sound

And I still have 100 pages to live

I may have 100 pages to live
100 pages turned more 100 to believe
An honest world around me in the next chapter
Where I may achieve great or just turn into a bad actor

So, I shall continue and smile as I am being read
On the garden bench or on your bunker bed
Live, survive and breathe until the end
And that's how together words we could mend

In this journey I am not the only one lost
I have been through bad; you may have been through worst
Unpredictable is the life, what to claim and whom to blame
Ruthless has been the time which holds no shame

So, don't worry if you didn't get the fame
Follow me deeply and our life has just been the same
Read; walk through the last pages of our glory
I shall meet you then and that would be the end of the story.