The Magic
As we all play the game,
The novice, the veterans and the savvy – all make their move,
The board has odds in favour of the rich and successful,
But the odes are in favour of the resolute,
The dice of success begins to slip with the sweat of diligence
And the young begin to script the future ahead,
The caravan grows to grow even more & colorful,
With wings to destiny, the stories fly,
Call ‘em magician, who swiftly learnt the tricks of the game,
Magic was born in one day; the magicians got created with tenacity.
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