The Theatre Of Life Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

Upon life's grand stage we tread,
As mere players in a drama widespread.
Each with entrances and exits bold,
A myriad of roles we all behold.

First, the infant, tender and small,
Cooing and crying in nurse's gentle call.
Then the schoolboy, satchel in hand,
Marching reluctantly to learn and understand.

Next, the lover, sighing and lovestruck,
With ballads and sonnets, emotions amuck.
A soldier then emerges, fierce and brave,
Taking oaths, bearded like a lion, so grave.

The justice appears, wise and stern,
Round belly and capon, with lessons to learn.
Words of wisdom, his beard neatly trimmed,
Reciting tales of morals, oft primed.

Shifts into the sixth stage, lean and old,
Slippers and spectacles, stories yet untold.
Once youthful hose now too wide to wear,
A weakened voice, echoing with care.

And in the final act, a poignant scene,
Second childhood unfolds, serene.
Teeth and eyes lost, senses wane,
A fading existence, sans everything, inane.

Thus, life's journey follows this cosmic play,
As we move through stages, day by day.
From infancy to oblivion's embrace,
Our roles enacted, leaving behind a trace.