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Ah! The game of life so heinous that we play, Patience vomits virtue and vice slay, slay, slay…

A long and hard look at life. We must keep going forward. Bright sun at the end of the tunnel. Nice.

It is difficult to understand the game of life. The life can be accepted or challenged but confusion pulls it back. Grief is the point on mind. Wonderful writing.

poem of loss...but beautiful

Beautiful poem. Very true said, game of life is unknown, it forces one to play though one don't want to play. No choice is left other than sailing with the flow of wind.

Grief is well expressed on the web of life. Wonderfully presented. Kind of mud or clay it is well expressive in poem as sign of realization of grief or joy. Nicely penned.

so grief stricken! But for what? what is ours? life has undisputed sovereignty. let us see, feel and enjoy it.