Not the game, by jadia4708au Subscribe to rss feed for jadia4708au

It is never mistaken
Until calculated and taken
For everybody knows 
Amidst fear, love grows

It is not the game
But it natural comes
Someone gets it and feel heartened
Someone is failed in it gets disheartened

But never regret
Time may pass it as bad fate
Nothing bad out of It may emerge
As time may heal in time and oblige

Love is divine gift
It should have no rift
It can have some shift
But after all it is needed to lift

Worse may be done if felt at heart
Treachery and deception is very good art
But nothing comes as surprise in if it is game
All are same and equally to be blamed
Posted: 2011-08-01 04:23:17 UTC

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