We hate when a glass broke,
We hate when our precious things broke,
But what if our heart broke?
We hate when other broke our things,
But we don't say a word when they broke our heart.
Life is hard to live,
Easy to die,
But dying is not an option.
Away from Happiness,
Near to Pain,
Life is an near game.
Play and win,
Play and lost,
Choose one alternative,
To be a master of game.
~Niti
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PoetryVision of mind; Games of heart; Nothing belongs to us; Pour your heart in words. A poetry collection of my heart. Thoughts which roam in my mind.
