Keep your faculties en-tact, as
The great Tambola man
turns his dice onto you
with voice and thunder
Look your numbers
keeping your virtues true, else
bogus will be thy run
in an act of furtive glance
Wear firm your smiles
with pleasing emoticons, else
no 'like' will grace
your recent updates
Life fabricates
one opportunity more,
to delve you
in an infinite shake
Keep your faith near,
by your distant look; else
nothing will measure you,
by any hammer chiselling your craft
Look your numbers
Keeping your thoughts kind, else
neither breath nor your reasons
will win lottery to his grace
Wear the march
with an iron foot forward
and, run the void;
turning, all dice unturned
Mirror your greatness
when you reverse your glance;
not him nor his, but
all was you, as The great Tambola man!
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