When we come we scarce know life is a play, <br />Nor know to act and improvise ahead, <br />And play our parts as ordained and scripted, <br />Coming and going the exiting way. <br />We then know that curtain would one day fall, <br />And figure out, we must our applause earn, <br />We must our parts well learn, learn and unlearn, <br />Our act still no claps earns ere curtains call. <br /> <br />And we return with baggage of the past— <br />That how we wish we can somewhere offload, <br />We know this cannot go on nor would last, <br />But we carry on, on a beaten road. <br /> Poor Him had hoped we would try and go far, <br /> And some that did twinkle today as star! <br />_____________________________________________________ <br /> - Sonnets | 03.09.07 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-saga-of-life/
