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Game Sublime

Many a moths around one flame

Life’s alluring inviting game

Many lose themselves; what to blame?

The desire to burn in is to blame...

 

This game goes on for fixed time

So long the wick burns cute a dame

The flame too has its demise tame!

Who sets this flirtatious game sublime?

 

-Kesav Venkat Easwaran-

20th October 2010

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