All The World Is A Stage
We all men are mare players
Of a game far afoot
We all have our own purpose
With our own stories written by the Lord Almighty
The entire world is o stage
With us being the puppets
And the strings held by the one man who is our creator
But at times we forget
We all value people
Who are lessons for us
Who were sent in our life
And create havoc in our lives
With those people
Tormenting and torturing our soul
Burning the humanity in our body
Our entire body being teared apart from limb to limb
And then come people
Who enter our life to give us a moment of our lifetime
Those people are sent to make us realize our value
The value which we never estimate
All the World is a stage
and all the people are puppets
Sent in this world for a purpose greater than us
To keep us grounded and to know what value life has
Each has it's own entrance and exits
Decided by the Lord Almighty
So are the phases of life similar to that of the men
They would come and go away like the people in our lives
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