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54- The game I play

Maybe, I am in the mood for poetry,

For once the spottiness of the skies,

Has been blotted out, blurred together,

My brain beckoning beyond bleariness,

And birthing blooms of couplets,

My laptop sits yonder, awaiting me,

To complete those programs in Python,

My Krishna idol sits on the other side,

Smirking and calling out, summoning me.

The choices you make me take, Govinda!

I'll never excuse this insolence.

With a smile, I take my decision,

I cast a withering look at that idol,

And another glance at my laptop.

I open my laptop.

Type the password.

And smirk at the idol.

You are not the only one who plays games,

My very dear Krishna!

Still laughing, I open a new tab.

And start writing this poetry.

On Him, That Natkhat.

I know to play your games too.

Now the ball is in your court.

Make your move, sweetheart!