The Game of Life
We are part of a big complex game
Where the rules keep changing and are never the same
A game so old that the God created
The rules so complex that no one is defeated
Yet we believe to be better than the best
Looking to rule while being only a guest
We divide each other with colour and race
And fight so hard till we lose our face
Do we need to know the how and why of this game
Or is it enough to play the part that’s given to our name
Sometimes I wonder why this game is being played
Can we change the rules that are laid?
In the Game of Life we might be a mere toy
The realization of which might not bring us great joy
Yet we don’t have the right to judge our role or ask how
‘coz small or big, good or bad, we are an integral part of the big show
The show goes on and stops never
If its not you, then there is always someone to carry it forever
And we’ll be well served to remember the fact
That we are not the actors but just the act…
In the complex but beautiful drama that we call, Life
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