Life’s Dance Tunes

Lifes Dance Tunes ode

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Who can’t dance to your tunes?
Today you make us smile,
Tomorrow the pain is unbearable,
The day after that,
We are filthy rich,
A month later,
We cannot afford three meals a day…
What game are you playing with us?
Are you never tired?
Answer me please?
Till when will we always,
Dance to your tunes?

I watched them sing happily,
Exchange vows,
So much love and joy,
Even our hearts were happy,
Two hours later,
We were all in sorrow,
Their one and only carriage,
The ‘angel of death’,
Was deep inside a dam,
How sad?
This life’s games are too much,
I can’t stand them,
I ask you,
For how long will we,
Dance to your tunes?

I read in the newspaper,
A man gave life,
Nurtured it,
Then ruined it,
For a few minutes of satisfaction,
The father, killed daughter’s dreams,
What games of life are these?
First you give, and then take,
And all we can do,
Dance to your tunes?

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