Eternal Game Poem by VIJAY KUMAR ROY

We are made to play the eternal game
Where failure has been forbidden to enter
And victory is the only verdict.
That garden of bliss
Has only flowers
Of all hues and pleasant odours
To welcome those
Whose lives are lived
Not for themselves
But for those
Whose arms do not work
Legs do not walk
Mouths do not speak
But they have the same blood
Same bones and same soul.

(Cite: Roy, Vijay Kumar. 'Eternal Game.' Realm of Beauty and Truth: A Collection of Poems. Authorspress,2016, p.20.)