The Final Curtain

Please, O' Lord, pull the final curtain of this play,

I am now tired of living a life resembling that of clay,

Everyone like to mould me into toys to their liking,

None but understands a clay also has a silver lining.

Sometimes with words and sometimes with actions,

I am reduced to just interactions and reactions,

On the wheels of time, I am the first one to get slayed,

Please, O' Lord, pull the final curtain of this play.

Sitting amidst the crowd, I watch merely as a bored spectator,

When the performance is delivered on stage by the finest of actors,

The script but spoils the fun, when words and deeds betray,

Please, O' Lord, pull the final curtain of this play.

I want to go home and rest in peace forever,

Enough of this drama with an advertising, so clever,

The truth is but bitter, and to my utter dismay,

Please, O' Lord, pull the final curtain of this play.
(c)Amit Agarwalla