Not the game

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