Poem: Life’s Melodrama

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Please don’t mistake me for my downs

Please don’t mistake me for my highs

Please don’t mistake me for any of my impressions. It is not I

I am nothing, empty and vast

“I am” is a script I’ve picked up

A role that I’ve learnt

One that I’ve not chosen but have chosen I

With this script, the characters are given

The environment set

I birth into existence through my ancestors

Forgetting my essence and my connections

Thinking this is my life when it is only just a play

Thinking the play is about me when I am only an actor amongst the others

So life is a script, nothing but a script

It can be fascinating, stupendously glorious.

But don’t be mistaken that this is mine or your play.

In the last scene

We return back to essence as drifting stardusts

And the play continues

With its melodrama

With others who have come to form

Along with it, the cycle repeats