On the bed of acting

When the curtain is down,
When the show is about to end,
With a few seconds on my side,
I am alone on the stage

Without stage-fright,
With no audience to see this joker,
With crying eyes and laughing face,
I am alone on the stage

A million ears on the stage
And half-blind eyes in between,
I am about to start the long drama,
All alone, on the stage

People torn my heart for love
On this bed, full of roses,
With no thorns around them,
Amidst the roaring bees

Mosquitoes covered my heart
With no wings to fly around,
Am I blind? Huh?
Where are my eyes?

No, I am not blind
My eyes hanging on the past;
Hearing the then present, And -
I can't hold my brain from future

Each breath makes me old
That reminds me of the present,
What am I possess till now?
Nothing! till I enter into a coffin

Then why are we hurrying up?
Why are we not happy?
Why are we living?
Is it simply because we born?

It's a gift from the God,
To be 'happy' for a human life
Gifted with His blessings, we all,
To be happy throughout our life

True praise to God comes-
Only from innocent happiness
That's why we are born
And that's what God wants from us.