Whereever I am
I pray for and wish
your welafre
OH! It is not of a day, my beloved!
love is very old dating back to centuries
and all the players in this eternal game
are not at all winners as they choose.
Love, to say straight
is the play of the fate
and if we win ,we are the lucky lot
of course, and if otherwise
we are part of many others
who fall prey to some evil designs
and remain as disheartened ones
both as ship wrecked and forlorn.
Author notes
2. LOVE is the name of the game
A contest entry
- Contest # 414 PIF Title Contest by AliceinPoetryLand.
1100 points, ended November 17, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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thank you for the deep study
THE TINGE OF SADNESS is attributed to move very nearer to reality
rather than playing hostile even while writing advices in the poetry.
my main stress hear in the context is that
we are not only the loosers but many are there earlier in the history.
Any how these words are put in not to influence you at all,in judging the contest in a fair way
thank you for the deep study you made in this context -
Hmm I am not sure which title you chose for this poem, but there seems to be much sadness in this. Love can destroy or make us wiser for the future. Unfortunately it can destroy too many.
Thank you so much for your entry
Gaylene
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i like the voice of this poem and particularly the sense created by the second stanza. nicely done.







