• Published : 07 Oct, 2015
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I remember
during our childhood
the first game we played was
Scrabble
on the board of life.

 

You picked your letters
carefully,
I just picked mine
randomly.
Every move had the
same pattern -
Carefully chosen - random,
You - me,

 

The boards changed,
We still kept on playing
our respective turns.

 

Surprisingly,
after every round,
we had the same set of
the unsent letters.

 

You wanted to use some
of them
to make meaningful words
for both.
I left it on luck
to make those meaningful
words for us.
You never,
Neither luck.

 

The Unsent Letters
remained Unsent
till the
End.

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Jaideep Khanduja

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