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Oct 2016
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 Sharma
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Chetan Sharma  India
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