The Nasty Games of Fate
In the path of loneliness, he so far was walking patiently
There was no one to see, he was at a stage where his dreams had left him
Another day was passing yet his aim was no where close to be achieved
At night his lips were full of complaint and he realized that its been a mistake
He wished for his mother to complaint, her arms for embrace
And wondered what more he had to bare, should he give up or stand there
To his right was an ocean,where as to his left was a never ending desert,
He there thought about his lost fame,his aim and cursed fate for her nasty games
3 July 2018
For the contest"eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late"
Sponsor" Silent one"
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