Empty hand you came

Empty hand you came
Thus you will go
No one will remain same
Why do you create destruction and fraud?
Your love,wish,care are nothing
But only your pretence
To make other believe
To be your own lord
In fact you are nothing but a puppet
In the hand of that Mighty Player
Whatever He likes you do
When He pulls the string
You start pretending
When He loses the string
You become as dead
Then tell me, O! Toys
Why do you make so blunder
To think yourself as big as lord?