What Matters In The Game Poem by Alok Singhal

Will I ever be able to bridge the hollow?
So many miles to cover to have a glimpse of the horizon
I question myself if you carve your destiny or like a mere mortal have a fate that you follow
Life hangs by like a thread but a gust of faith keeps it ashore
The more I contemplate and explore
Nothing else seems truer than I ever came across before
I tried so hard to shun my mind but could not stop the heart and soul
Will keep that glimmer of hope alive and let the story unfold
Life and fate with all their winding turns will have to bend to give one what is honestly yearned
Finally what happens in the game is inconsequential, what matters is how well you played…