Deadly Game-02 Poem by kafil uddin raihan.

Once I was on the top,
Flying with the clouds,
Blowing in the winds,
I am to never look back,
To all I was a champion.

But I was never want that,
That words of praises,
That brilliant adjectives.
The thing that fascinates me,
Is different one than that.

I always wish to see the life,
The rise, the fall of a man,
Whats up to looser?
How does it feel to be down?
How does one survive in reality?
What is the meaning of life?
What is the definition of happiness?
What does drive one to the dark?
What is pain and tiresome?
What is frustration and deprive?

I want to figure out Differences,
between social statuses,
Between god and bad,
Between the human beings,
Between our instincts,

Now I am keep falling,
Struggling and observing,
Perceiving and learning,
Falling and experiencing.

Now I am trying on my ways,
But I can't as I have bindings,
Though I want to be free,
They hold me from behind,
They surround me in a circle,
They want me hold in here,

However my experiment is going on,
Where me myself a guinea pig,
Where me myself is a solution,
Though attractive but destructive,
I am really enjoying this part,
this deadly game with myself.