Game Of Fate Poem by Pradyumna Sinha

Time plays its games.
As it always does.
Stood there was, I looking at the game it had played.
Had it been the other way round,
would I have been there
living maybe in the in between
or maybe after it.

No less was the scene from the potrayal of its kind.
Gruesome was it, or maybe something beyond it.
No exact word do i have to add to its info
But however it was, it was an accident

God worked in his own way.
As he always does.
Stood there was I looking at how the fault had made up
for a major fault from taking place
Hadnot been there a fault in my vehicle,
would I have added to the casualty

Altered has this game of the unknown
everything my mind thought.
Of the taken for granted life
Of the 'now not dying' thought

Nothing is for granted.
Nothing is mortal
Knew, though, I this thing
But never ever thought of.
The unknown force has the mighty power.
Can change the game forever.
Can change the game forever.