The world is a stage,declared Shakespeare once,
and I say now,this play is on frequent reruns,
all actors around,made up and masked,
making puzzled faces,when the act's purpose is asked,
everybody here trying to get the spotlight,
everyone chasing the lit circle bright!

all lines read from a book,all dialogues by rote,
everyone rowing along,holding onto the same boat,
every act scripted,every move pre-planned,
we live like puppets,held by strings,
controlled by society's invisible hand!

each playing a fixed rigid role in his mind,
all living their parts strictly confined,
all wearing masks of a fixed expression,
a smile a curved crescent,
sadness depicted with the same in descent!

drop the curtain now,jump off the stage,
the play is beyond time,no longer in rage,
stop acting,they are no longer watching,
the claps are false,the awards a mirage,
designed to hold you in this virtual cage,
you are no longer the character,
and this world-the stage!