Approaching Shakespear

Life Brief Candle

"Tomorrow, tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterday have lighthed fools,
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life but a walking shadow, a poor player
That fruts and strets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale,
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing!!"


When I had gone through the poem,
I heard an echo deep in my heart,
One's said: "Life is such a beautiful things.."
But is it?? I had no feeling, no fear and even hopeless about life,
Perhaps, I lost the sense to live in this scenetic and beautiful Eden,
gifted by god..

I show no interest with my everything,
even my dearest friends and family,
Disappointment and hatred filled up my mind,
They swallowed up my soul gradually from day to day,
at the moment I found nothing, but betrayal..