The curtains rise for the day
that being of sunrise in the morn
with the darkness slowly giving way
the light spreads its ray
out comes the sun in speed less
mounting up from the ocean with no stress
the lovely yellowish red ball gets across
alighting from the bluish-green waters in a toss
the grey tinge to the sky moves out in phases
giving way to the yellowish light with a grace
the activities begin with a wake up and attention
followed by the rush and push with tension
jumping on with a fervour and motivation
running towards the appointments in a hurried representation
gathering the details in a scurried frantic
with that the curtains have gone fully up the attic
the denouement over in a fair go without test
the main act being performed with earnest
the final act is fast approaching
with that the curtains are pulled down with a closing
with that comes the end of the game in all
the drama of life ends up with a tale.
awaiting a restful night .
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “The Drama In Real life.”
Ah…as Shakespeare said:
“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,…”