By Anwesha Bhattacharya
This world happens to be my stage,
Where the Almighty scripted a new scene on every page,
And I've been invited here to perform,
An extempore, unrehearsed, my own music to strum!
And as the curtain rises for a new show,
I wake up to a fresh, new start and bow,
The silent onlookers, a part of the audience,
Watch me, while to the rhythm of life, I dance!
Nature provides the perfect silhouette,
While the earth spins with me in a pirouette,
The sun creates shadows, long and short,
The living world wakes up as my cohort!
I give my best shot before the curtain falls,
Seeking another invitation, a silent inner call,
And as the day ends, I give up my costume,
Retreating to another world, yet again I shall bloom!