Luck's game
Printed in the golden outfit
It's sound the most serene
People rarely get to hear it
Maybe once in a lifetime
As it's the toughest to warn
And the joy of it reduces all life's concern
Makes all the problems adjourn.
Ring it twice
You already know it's price
It always gives us the most honest advice
Makes our target precise
Melting down all the stress like a layer of thin ice
Showing us every solution precise.
Ring it thrice
And you are the luckiest human alive
Your life is filled with enlightenment's light
Whatever you write
Has the capability to change day and night
And you have an immortal sight
As a thousand knights
Are ready to protect you even from the deadliest sprite
You are as influential as Jesus christ
None left to reject your will and might
No such delight
That you can't endure right
No height on which you can't board a flight
No cry no tears to leave your eyes
As you are the almighty the king of this worldly mite
The one whom everyone follows blind.
All happiness stored in
Till one day you think
"I regret ringing that stupid bell of tin"
You have wrinkled skin
You are growing thin
You are slowly losing everything
To an invisible twin
And you hear hell's sad tuned violin
And slowly your existence is nothing but a myth
As all your actions return and strike your chin
Till you are nothing but a chewed mint.
- Aandaleeb Mukherjee
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