When everything goes beyond limit
And out of control, what can be done?
Nothing seems to be in our hands to
Direct and do things as per our wish!
We are all just puppets on a string
Playing our roles when screen opens!
We don't know the story and where
All will lead to sans knowing game!
As long as we play the possible game
We are in the arena pleasing spectators!
Our existence depends upon their good
Applause we receive so as to be there ever!
When end will come, we know not and when
Our game will come to an end we know not!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem