The Game

Sangeeta Das | Guwahati

My self has two parts
It’s my head and heart.

My heart is optimistic
As if owns a magic stick.

Echoes my wishes, echoes my dream
Flows like a spontaneous stream,
Strengthens my belief as strong as rock
Takes a flight as swift as a hawk.

Another part is pessimistic,
Always repulsive and week.

Evokes my anger, evokes my fears
Drowns me in a sea of tears,
Melts my belief as the molten ice
Like loser in a game of dice.

My two parts play hard
Unable to show what’s on card.
Unable to assure me
Who the winner could be??
Between the head and heart
In the game of love.

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