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Apr 2022
Entering confound start of a game
Defending the snakes
Ascending the ladder.
I may fall low to dust
Or rise from phoenix’s ash.
High enough Breaking shackles
prisoning my whipped scarred soul

Every turn you roll thy dice
Oh Dear! Can’t play twice.
Pray to the starts to get
6’s enough to rise high every time
1’s enough to save thy head.

You roll thy dice
Let’s see if snake gobbles the hawk
Or hawk mocks the nimble wit.
When going gets tough
Tough survives, beyond the game
And ******* dice

Be not scared to play
Better to loose after having played
Than to know not the game.
Haha do I have any choice
No Dear ! dare not to opine
Stifle thy voice  
“Doesn’t matter if it’s golden dice  
Cuz life is but a finger bowl “
Sneha shenoy
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Sneha shenoy  21/F/India
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