This world is a passing show
Where in each and every row
Life shows us some trouble's sight
And also some sunny delights
Where nothing can forever stay
Everyone from here leaves one day
As soon as their roles in this passing show
Comes to an end in this life's row
So learn to exist in this real life
Where whirlwind of trouble's survive
That shows lot of ups and downs
And leaves the hues of grey and brown
And learn to reveal the mystery
And hidden stories from life's history
For in each layer of this real life
Thousands of hidden stories do survive
That are hung on each life's bent
Before passing show comes to an end.
Seema Chowdhury
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-passing-show/
