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Game of Time...

Game of Time...

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Level 1 (toddler)

That innocent unrestricted smile,

Can hypnotize any soul from miles.

When it cries,

The situation gets tense,

In the belly, dance butterflies.

This was so saccharine

Move a bit further in this game of time.


Level 2 (teenager)

That artificially merry smile

To propagate joy, it tells lie.

When it cries,

Pillows get a bath.

And its sob, can't exit the dark.

It cries and itself wipes.

A little sour it became,

But continues the time game.


Level 3 (Adult)

When you smile,

Seeing your dear ones happy.

You forget your tensions,

And make new mentions.

When you sink in work pressure,

But try buying your kids all possible treasures.

The game is still running,

So keep controlling buddy.


Level 4 (Senior Adult)

There comes a stage,

When your smile grows aged.

You act like a child,

Sometimes harsh, sometimes mild.

This is when you win the game.

Time got passed, going through your aim.


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