Drama of Life

When the curtain is cast aside,
And into the scene born we are,

Sorrow stirring, no beatitude abide.

Lines of sorrow, reams of regret are

To us dictated, our hopes dried.

No voice made we, echos we are,

Puppets on the scene, freedom cried.

What audience, what actors, same we are.

Drama of life, lines of fate, cruelty decide,

Cried, smiled, laughed at, who we are!

Pray the scene ends, in rest we sigh

Into oblivion we fade, or new roles assign.

Be it tragedy we were played in

Or a divine comedy we hurled in.