Game

 

I have lost the game,

I want to play it again!

I am not insomniac and maniac,

I just want to play it again!

 

In the realm of king,

Everybody is a slave,

They have to live that way,

Because, they are appointed with this task of play!

 

Condolence doesn’t play a huge role,

There are people with witch souls,

They won’t let you achieve,

Your own goal,

They’ll make you feel apathetic,

While playing with you like a doll!!

 

In the valet,

People usually become crippled,

At some places,

They were forced to me unhappy & not real!!

There dodges are the result of futility,

As there’s nothing inside of it,

Except the feelings of shame & guilty.

 

We look for serenity & indulge it,

Inderibly, we try to build something,

In the name of posterity.

 

We easily get stricken & spread like shingles,

That’s why there’s nothing so big,

That makes all of us different,

As we are the child of one god,

& till some extent,

We all are congenial.

Yeah these are my own words, my own feelings, my own thinking....