Life

                  @NKS

The Bard said, “Life is a play”

That the man has to perform a role

Till the curtain falls one may stay

And then none bothers the lost soul.

I say,” It is not play but a dance

We all dance, and we are audience

In one music but with different tones

Do we move our limbs, bodies and bones.”

“In attempt to look nice to crowd

The dancer plays all tricks to draw

The attention of all around

Fair, foul, ripened, or raw.”

Some dance swirling each hand

Others put one palm on the waist

And some others move left & right

Yet others move forward and behind

Dancers are watching other dancers

Trying to compete, imitate or excel

Passing remarks on fellow performers

Each one doing same in the dancers’ cell

Dancers keep coming, dancers keep going

But the floor is always intact

Goers go unnoticed, comers come with swing

And join the crowd, and start the tact.

Rat-race goes on and goes on

Nothing new happens on the floor

Yet the dancer feels he has won

Or lost the eternal dance-war

None is a loser and none the winner

What bothers is a fake competition

A mock-war yet a sense thriller

All is Maya’s veil and the effort in vain.