life is but a stage

The stage was all set

The characters were equipped

The scene is set in a place called World

“Action “ was called the first breath I took

From then on  the act has never ended

A silver jubilee and still counting

There have been entries

There have been exists

I have even seen some flabbergasting climaxes

The play has  several elements to it

There are scenes of happiness and joys

There have been some  of love and hate

How could I forget the plots villains planned?

Ofcourse I  fought and gave back

I could not have done so without the supporting characters

Need I say they were my relatives , friends ,mother and father?

The play shall continue until “cut “ is said

Yes I shall pretend till my last breath

Author's Note

Plan to write a version later ... Tell me if its worth the effort

Reviews

[ganga ramesh]

I am reminded of this :

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
William Shakespeare"

but maybe i can call you a modern shakespeare?:)...great write, dear...go ahead:)

[Leigh]

This is a subject in itself and I like the way you have put this forward, yes do a version

[Imelda Blackheart]

I know that I tend to say this a lot whenever I review any of your work, but this was really well written! There were only a few things that I noticed, but since other people have already pointed them out to you I won't repeat them. I do want to compliment you on how many different emotions you managed to convey in the poem. You did something that many poets fail to do; you made the audience connect with what you were saying. You made me pull out all of these different things from my emotional memory (both the good and bad). This was a spectacular write, and I can't wait to see more work like this from you! :)

[Margarette]

The descriptions you have associated with life may be one of the things that can describe it but not as a whole. Since performing on stage requires preparation for the play to be what it should be and life, as we know it, holds unexpected events.Nevertheless,this poem has reality at its finest. Thank you for sharing!

[Night]

I like this, it was a clever write...loved the last line...sweet...=)

[Ambereen]

Thanks

[Night]

You're welcome...=)

[Frieda P]

I love how you've set this up, very unique perspective....I enjoyed reading this, nicely pen'd.

[Ambereen]

thanks

[Erinne S.]

"How could I forget the plots villains planed?" 'planed' should be 'planned' My only fix for you.
I liked this piece. If you wrote anotehr version I would certainly read it :)

~Erinne

[Ambereen]

Thanks for pointing out the typo .

[BL]

Cue, All the world's a stage? Like this very much, great work

[Ambereen]

thnk u

[Andrew (MJ) Nugteren]

it was :). 100/100 I loved it :D

[Ambereen]

thnx

[Andrew (MJ) Nugteren]

no problem

[David Scott]

Do we have to pretend? I hope not... Life is the stage where we do not have to fake it. Where we should not fake it.

[Ambereen]

Well i believe each one of us at some point is pretending . To smile when your broken inside , To show courage when all is lost .. this may be for that some one who hates to see you cry to see you broken ... Who depends on you and who feels positive on seeing you strong ... This is my take