Life itself narrates a story of which
The author is unknown but he must be the master
In setting plot
In creating suspense
With perfect complication and resolution
But we are not aware of these as we are not readers not the listeners
We are made characters meant to directly participate in actions
And face to face
Face
The music of nature,
Circumstances,
Co-incidents,
And unseen powers etc
But never meant to be not puppets
I have read Thomas Hardy
And I refute him here along with his fatalistic views
They are nothing but victim- mentalities which I abhor
much in life, Maybe we are played up a bit but given ample chance,
We just need to play with a little bit of extra sensibility
As at the end of the story We are all meant to be
Celebrating super
Heroes
no villains at all
That's why
I salute the unknown master craft-or, creator
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem