This world is a stage,
Where we play our roles best,
Everyone gets a different character
To lead this beautiful and hard life.
The stage is filled with many colours,
Sometimes it spreads roses on the way,
And sometimes it spreads a way of thorns,
But the brave are never frightened
Because they respect this beautiful stage
And which is unique for them.
The creator has designed this world,
Where we all adjust according to circumstances,
But some people complain to the creator
Because they are never satisfied with this life.
The world always decorates the stage
With flowers and medals,
Those who perform the role best
The world respect and praises them
Till the world exists.
" Whole world is a stage - we are just players" says Shakespeare Whether roses or thorns, it is in our hands to deal with appropriately. Beautifully written Pushkar. I particularly liked the last verse.....10
Oh what a nice and mind-blowing poem you have penned! My eternal beloved brother, OM SHANTI OM! Sun chants Om sound by direction of God and provides light to this World Drama Wheel! This world is of course a stage and this is lovely garden of God. Every soul plays part of his. According to circumstances we adjust here and we reap fruits according to our Karma. This natural law exists here. Flowers bloom and birds chirp. We here the natural melody in this splendid poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tc Shakespeare is coming to dance with thee til then read my poems MOMS SMILES PL DO