Game of Dice

By Karun Balarajan

Why must you wait for the die to roll?

 The keepers of fate will make you a pawn

 When will you keep your firm sole?

Your tale shall be over by dawn

The keepers roll the cube of bones.

The stones hit your head above.

They admire your painful moans;

Their sadism is you should get rid of.

Rise up from the sorrowful shackles!

 Bound the keepers and silence their cackles!

Tie their dice from your chain.

By Karun Balarajan