My Life My Game

I ask my life, why can’t I be

Why is there still a clue out of the blue

I can’t process, so it’s still a mess.

I am by myself, can never be you.

Therefore, my life should just go through

I don’t know much, so don’t ask me much.

What my life has been, what it might be

Cover Photo by Pankaj Tottada

What can I tell, I can’t just see

My aim is far yet. Still, I reach

Plunders to judge, and my target to get

It’s not so hard to just connect.

My heart will get, I mustn’t regret

Savour my dreams and devour my fears.

At last, I take control and ask for more.

It has been slow and will be so

My leaps of faith with no harness to be

To play the game with just no shame

Because once I pack, I can never look back

My life’s a game and has got no name.

I run my race to keep up my face.

With all my pace and fear, there is no place.

I play my game not just for fame.

The prize for claiming is reaching the dome.

Not just a name, but it is my name!

I feel so real because I run my reel.

My life to cherish and ways to relish

My part to share is what I care.

I am to click and present the relic.

The relic to mine is the reel of mine.

For all the rest, not just my peers

I know the game and am still playing.

I might be none, but I just tell.

Because it ain’t just for me but for all to be

To play the game or just be played.

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Credits

This poem was written by Sreeraj Kolora and photographed by Pankaj Tottada.

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