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The prettiest game That world has played Is none the big Just life if you dig How long it's been How long will it be That's all a mystery That's all a myth You win in it Happier you become You loose in it The smarter you become It's a game of chances Yet chance is one You either win or loose But learn is for sure It's not what you think It's more that you know That's why it's the game The game of chances It's a game of priorities They can be many but one The one to achieve To make you happy But everything is not free It has a cost You have to pay Then you cook and roast When done you smell You feel and hear The more well it's done More delicious it is But is the cost paid Not yet i should say There's still something left That something is sacrifice Sacrifice all the things For one to be the one For which you leave all The one which gives you all That one may be hard That one may be impossible Yet the one is the shot You wanna take with just one dot You don't know the energy That one for you with When you achieve the one goal The one you were looking for But at last it doesn't count Which priority you choose You win or loose But just to live And how long with that priority You happily lived...
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
Game of life...
The prettiest game That world has played Is none the big Just life if you dig How long it's been How long will it be That's all a mystery That's all a myth You win in it Happier you become You loose in it The smarter you become It's a game of chances Yet chance is one You either win or loose But learn is for sure It's not what you think It's more that you know That's why it's the game The game of chances It's a game of priorities They can be many but one The one to achieve To make you happy But everything is not free It has a cost You have to pay Then you cook and roast When done you smell You feel and hear The more well it's done More delicious it is But is the cost paid Not yet i should say There's still something left That something is sacrifice Sacrifice all the things For one to be the one For which you leave all The one which gives you all That one may be hard That one may be impossible Yet the one is the shot You wanna take with just one dot You don't know the energy That one for you with When you achieve the one goal The one you were looking for But at last it doesn't count Which priority you choose You win or loose But just to live And how long with that priority You happily lived...
Chetan
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
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