What is life? A wink of breath that we take every second
to reach our death.
Heaven is the living witness to it,
who sees us undergoing life and death.
He laughs at our futile search,
As he knows we are just the buffoons of the short comedy,
Who has to act per the scene given by HIM.
Here the dialogues, scenes, characters cannot be changed,
As it is already written on our forhead.
Only can we think of changing it when we reach our bed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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