Somewhere down a squalid lane,
Hazy foggy distant lonely plain,
Searching for a clue but no sign,
May be a bell or a little girl child!
Fate and endurance, two sides of a coin,
when looks succeeds, and practice dies,
where eagle stammers and crow rise,
the land where u can't touch the air,
where little girls have unanswered prayers!
In the end the gold is what matters,
Hope is one dirty unkempt infamous liar,
Where fair play is ruled out, a secret unkept,
Games get ugly, and toil is unrewarded ,
the Queen is arrogant and plays her pawns,
u hope to run, but there is no better land,
you stay, and wait till you join the circle,
copying the moves, imitating the noise,
holding a head held high, proud intellectual poise,
and thus you begin a new life,
shaky foundation on a careening tide,
and the shoulders will droop and thoughts will dry,
inspiration falters and seduction rules,
Pity is the state and Rumor is the house!
big is the plunder shame is your night,
living the days, empty and naive!
and there is one who says to retire,
its too late to change, as the game aint tired,
you prolong the end, and pay the cheques,
glamorous life and the green satin dress!
who keeps the score and who is the refree?
Still searching for a clue but no sign,
May be a rusted bell or a little girl child!
Standing somewhere down a squalid lane,
In a hazy foggy distant unseen plain!
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