It’s a game we are playing
Time is the only true Judge
Limited are range of brains and eyes
Be it mine or yours
Bound by retrospective thoughts
Searching our images
In others’ eyes
Life may look gruesome
Life has its own knots
Way to live is keep fighting
Doing what needs to be done
Today, may be odds are against
There will be a day, and
Odds will be even.
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