Film and television cameras:
Roving eyes for many of us.
But are We the cameras on the world
For an audience somewhere out there
Beyond the stars?
Our world: a studio for countless films.
The animal race a production crew
For programmes watched by spirit beings.
And who collects these reels of Life?
Where is The Director?
What Company employs us all?
Those with feelings of Déjà vu do ask:
Which Take are we doing now?
And Minds of Science claim
We can Forward Fast or Rewind.
It's one great mystery of course:
The longest journey of them all.
A soap opera to beat all others:
This film called "Life".
It's one great mystery of course: The longest journey of them all. A soap opera to beat all others: This film called Life. Wonderful stanza in this poem. Opinions are presented well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks Bhargabi. Your support is much appreciated. Yes I do keep wondering....