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Life is a Game

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I entered the world and got a name.
I followed the rules and started the game.

I got into a race and ran for fame.
I got ditched by them for the same.

I still tried hard to mark my claim.
I kept memorizing, "It's my only aim."

I was desperate for the win and to exclaim.

I tripped down and fall, now who to blame.
I said to myself, "Oh!! What a shame".

I lost the race and could not proclaim

Now I talk to myself after getting maim.
"Was life just a game of fame"?

I wanted to change, but they took me to flame.
I cannot get a second chance, I am out of the game.

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  1. Life is not just a game of fame. You can't be a loser until you have someone around who loves you and needs you endlessly. And you too have them to care about ��. Nice poem. Stay happy ❤️.

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    1. I agree with you completely. True!!Life is love and love is life. Life is beautiful if surrounded by loved ones. Thanks

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