On this wide stage
We are players of our age
We are little puppets
Of our lord ye we guess
Everything is already destined
What to do Or not
Just awaiting for that moment
To play what is ahead.
Who has written this play
I don’t know only just playing
A little role of my acting
On the stage of this world, I lay
The Drama of this living beings
Where this world a stage
Of our moral and virtual age
What billions of year ago came into being
~ Amar Shaw Saleem
Sindh, Pakistan
Wonderful poem! Amazing ink of the writer!