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A game

A Game is nothing but a game, Sometimes it plays with us. Sometimes it doesn't When it does play, We refuse it, Refuse it. We say - I don't want to play right now. The game feels sad and leaves us alone, alone is a place unknown, It leaves us to fend for ourselves, In a place unknown. Now we feel bad and ask it to play with us again. But now it replies - Sure. Don't you think you should be like the game, Happy and cheerful all the time.
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Mar 4, 2012
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