Childhood creeps like a snake
Climbing the ladder
Play snake and ladder
Ebb and flow of happiness
Joys unrequited
You defeated me once
And I won the game next
I knew always that
You failed yourself
For my happiness
My son plays now the same
With computer but,
Unemotional win or fail;
Computer has brain but
No eyelashes to weep
No heart to thump for him
And I still play snake and ladder
No board no coins
But with life and death.
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