The Game
We get many chances
We take many stances
We love to create instances
We love to break circumstances.
We create delusions
We make confusions
We suspect interruptions
We interpret discussions.
The world seems too small
The topic seems too dull
The words face the fall
The temp increases in the hall.
We keep conversing
We don't plan meetings
We hide deep feelings
We surface them by joking.
People try to keep it real
We try to otherwise feel
We do make deals
But never our relation do we seal.
The wind calls out our name
The birds chirp to fame
Though it sounds outright lame
we never get tired of our games.
Copyright © Neha Padhi | Year Posted 2017
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