See the sky
shining blue
color of trust
in a game of thrust.
Gaze at the sun
shining bright
color of light
in a game of must.
Wonder and wander
at the supremacy;
people come
and go
in a game of life.
Stop and stare
at the beauty once;
people come
and go
in a game of love.
What should come
before and after
in the calculation
is nothing
in a game of numbers.
This is how
“he whispered a fond
adieu.”
The soul!!!
©Bhavya Prabhakar
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