Nothing to me now looks the same <br />Or may be because I don't know the game <br />The game that all of us play <br />By making castles in the clay <br />That never ever my dear survive <br />And this is what is known as life <br />The life where I never see <br />Anything from painful realities free <br />Realities like the measureless thorns <br />That in our lives are born <br />With the birth of this life's game <br />That usually ends on a painful blame.<br /><br />Seema Chowdhury<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/painful-blame/
