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THE GAME
Running in eagerness,
I cast my nets.
Time casts its nets, too.
A game we both play.
I try so hard to win
in this game
But to no avail..
Being a mastermind,
A swindler,
I am still headless
the rule of this game.
My efforts,
My skills are in vain…
I leave my treasury
for another hunter,
My boat, My nets, My anchor.
Naught I reap.
Bare I come and leave.
Bait and prey I become to be..
Copyright © Munir Mezyed
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