The End Of The Game Poem by Dr.Sandhya Tiwari

Human beings armed with their human follies
Marching blindfolded
Mongering for power
With swollen self and bloated pride
Irrespective of the ability
Pose and pretentious in turn they appear
Never ending desires are the culprit
Ignoring the inner voice they march ahead
Tread alike on many a friends and foes head

No doubt they achieve success
Success complemented with the loathe
Bitter and caustic remarks and curses
Life though full of luxuries
Becomes one long sojourn with miseries
How easily they were trapped
Into fast running pace of life
Ending abruptly into subtle hollows

When they turn and look
Except their shadow no one follows
Washed and wiped all their aspirations
Of becoming a legend, basking in the glory
Never a fact, that remained an imagined story
The collapse and end of the ego
Here ends the blind fold game
Living the inner self crippled and lame
- by Dr.Sandhya Tiwari
Associate Professor (English)
Sreenidhi Institute of Science and Technology (SNIST)