Crap Shoot Footstep
The game started a long time ago
In the dark recess of unsure times
On the board of wasteland unknown
With quicksand pierced by cactus.
The sky filled with storm clouds dismal
Looked for the silver lining unformed
Cast amoebic shadows drab and dubious
On the dissolved light of horizon obscure.
Veiled destiny had set the game for me
I had to play with me perforce alone
With the dices invisible I was born with
In the clasped hands of fate ambiguous.
The venture in the course of play
Pushed me down the quicksand
Showed me the sheen of dew on cactus
For me each footstep was a crap shoot.
May 5, 2019
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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