Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Poem 143. Game

                                               Game
There was one game I use to play as a child they use to hide thing
Under the cloth and told us to define the thing then for hours we use to describe
For long time with all attention we use to think and listen what are they describe
Because winning means using perfect way to tell the thing which is important for game
Only that person who will win can enjoy that game of life because we want something
We need to make proper guess what is inside and we need to select only those things
Which we prefer and like because inside of our life on every point we see some people
Who just guess some thing which are not needed in their life then when they get
They just throw them in bag and send they just guess it because they want to prove
That they can win in life there is no fun in game when such thing happen in life
After all when someone really don't want it then I just never able to guess that
Why that person make guess and take away that thing from game of life but
Sometimes such things happen that we try to guess for hours but still we can't
Guess it proper in life while other person who don't want it can easily guess it
In their future and in their life after all guessing game is something don't seem
That much nice when our guess all go wrong and we need to judge once again
In limited choices of life because life seems like some thing which is wrong
From each and every side after all in our life we don't need such suspense in life
But when it's inside our game for some days we like it and learn to enjoy it
From each and every side but when in life these thing happen it seems worst
For our future and our life after all life also like this game and it always plays
That game on each and every time because in life hidden things are our happiness
And sorrows we can never guess what will come when time comes and forces
Us to pull away that curtain may be when we are born we have agree to fight
In this game of life even if we don't like it now once agreed then it will remain
With us until our end of life so we start this guessing game without knowing
Rules of our life so inside this game we just participate in life even if we like it
Or we dislike it from our heart and mind because many times our guess turn wrong
I never able to guess that thing right because in life on every moment we just
Guess wrong way in our life sometimes where we guess happiness sorrows
Visit us on that time so inside life on every time we just guess sorrows are really
Important part of our future and our life because in our life on every spot then
Shows us just surprise we feel so upset by it on each day and each night
This guessing game is of worst sort and it never look perfect for our entire life
And we get whatever under it as reward may we guess correct or wrong in life
Even in this guess who just guess to show how clever they are in their life
We are also force to live our life as we wish and like because inside our life
On every point we feel that we need some person in our life who can understand
Our feelings because these feelings are important part of our future as well as
Our life but these person never understand they are just wasting some gift of happiness
Which may precious for some other mind they just use it when some person
Is waiting for same thing for entire life after all in our life everything will not go
As we prefer and like we just think that we are on totally wrong side and then
In life we want to avoid this game for some time but sadly our life don't permit
To avoid that game for some time I think that game will be some thing so
Correct for our life because in our life hidden behind that clothes are not just things
They are future of our entire life because that future will take us ahead on
Each and every time we are force to guess what it is hidden inside that cloth
And we are force to understand many concepts of our life but most unpleasant
Concept is that we can never able to guess what is inside properly in our life.

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