The name of the play-
Life.
No match fixing
And nothing.
Everything is going
On its own way.
I am enjoying,
I am suffering.
No scope to take advantage,
But illusion in.
No player, no play,
Life stops revolving.
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Poetry can sing,
Remains silent.
Enjoy life playfully
Of the self.Stay free eternallyBy traveling in the skyThat can astonishThe moon and the stars.Associate yourselfWith the truth and let allKnow who you areAnd how you are here.Uncover the loveWith the shining of the earthAnd give the message by a smile.
Think not
But go far away.I want not toSee your face.I want not toEither with joyOr with sorrow.I am keepingSocial distance now.
Smell the fragrance,
Your own body.Your body isThe place of all wonders,Your body isAll auspicious.But be cautious, men,All truth are thereIn your body andPlease try toDiscover themDuring the periodOf your living.
A letter box-
And you can find itNear the main door of timeLeft and right.And I am thereTo collect all messages,Messages of love and hateDay in and day out.How can I describeAbout this letter box?How can you understandMy words written and oralNo theory but all practical.
Yes I can control you,
And I am untouched.No envy, no illusion,No greed, no angerCan make me their servant, dear.I am free and staying hereWithout fear.I am my own master.