Play Not
Play not with His Plays
He is playing with our destinies
and writing innumerable plays
with perfect ends
Walk or run on His decisions
Stand or walk on It’s way
The way is long and pre designed
It has un predictable distance
If You think
too far will end in seconds
If you think
it is too short it will end in many decades
He is the designer and He is the writer
He only knows the time to finish
In between Why such egos and shouts
Nothing is there and nothing will happen
Everything He controls and keeps in His hands
Our Beginnings and endings are in a dot
He who writes erases everyday
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