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The Show must go on.

Between a dusk
and a dawn

There was a time
when you were born.

They called it Life
which was a THEATRE

where,
            The Show must go on.

You faced the world,
and fought many battles.
some were lost,
some were won.

And the message was clear,
with a very loud horn

that,
       The Show must go on.

You developed a range,
and your roles did change.

At times, you were a king.
At times, you were a pawn.

All you learnt
that,
       The Show must go on.

Peace kissed your attitude,
when you admired solitude.
Far from the disco,
you preferred a lawn,
alone you sat and
enjoyed your popcorn.

And you realised
that,
       The Show must go on.

Your role is short,
but the stage is hot.
Make your mistakes,
and give your shot.
Learn from your failures,
but you dare not mourn.

So wake up from your bed,
and get your dreams drawn.
Because,

One day, you'll be dead,
one day, you'll be gone.

No matter what,

But,

 The Show must go on.


  

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