The Game

When the struggle was over finally, I realized,
we had neither lost nor won, in the game of life.
Bruised, battered, bleeding from the wounds and torn apart,
the game was more or less a tie for both of us.
We were two innocent souls on earth, you and me,
without high hopes and dreams, living happily.
It was the game of life that mugged our innocence,
stripping us naked to wear the shackle of temperance.
It was the game that taught us how to cheat and lie,
taught us how to laugh when we were supposed to cry.
Then too soon one day we became too old to care
and the list had grown too long of thoughts we didn’t dare.
Then finally I came to know the truth when Death arrived
that one could never lose or win, in the game, we named Life.


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