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The Game Of Life
BB (1st January 1969 / New Delhi)

The Game Of Life

Poem By Bindu Borle

I wonder at times sitting alone.
All about life
Whether worth a thought or not!
Moments pass slowly.
Experience and rejoice.
There is a feeling of detachment at times,
As though death is foreseen
by a patient about to die.
The graph slipping out, completely fading.
Now dead.
Where do they go?
Among clouds, they say.
Time comes to a standstill, clocks no longer needs to be ticking.
I think among nothingness about life once again.

Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle

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