Coming in, we know not life's a stage-play,
Nor know to act and improvise ahead,
And play our parts ordained, as scripted;
Going out, to exit from all one day,
We come to know, curtain sure one day falls,
And figure out, we must our applause earn,
We must our parts practise, learn and unlearn,
We scarce still deserve claps ere curtain calls.
And we return, baggage borne of the past—
That, how we wish we can somewhere offload!
We know this cannot go on nor would last,
But we carry on, on a beaten road.
And hope still against hopes we shall go far—
And get one day the rating of a star!
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Sonnets | 03.09.07 |
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful lines sir...true expressions about life..we have to play our part, leave the past and leave the world too...thanks for sharing...
Thanks Abhipsa Panda, you liked the poem. A poem becomes a poem not when is written, but when read and appreciated, and by discerning readers.