Meaninglessly traversing into the havoc of vanity
With a fake logic justified,
Leaving the players into the deathly chasm.
A Blue bottle game denying the soul of life!
Two and two they say ten,
And it is their game playing gambling,
Sweet words pound on the players,
Each move they make is a mystery,
Hunting the hunting dog which shows its teeth,.
Walking with cat’s mews imbibed, and cat’s paw,
Daring devil maketh a slippery step,
Their thoughts shatter spasmodically.
Bargain of deathly tasks to win the Blue Whale
Stays at stake ready to gobble the voice of thunder.
No way in the finale to walk away from the Blues.
Ginger bee and honey wasp run into their brains,
Black world is the stage for their enactment to die once for all.