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