We are running entire life is the game
For specific time with individual name
Are circling from one in equal chain
Day and night come again and again..
Place to place man to man
Moving for exist from begin
No ending and extended to transfer
We are our own fates architecture..
In short and big many cases
Are concurred by only two bases
Joy and sorrow come one after another
None can refuse that have to must bear,
With life is uncertain like dewdrop
By slightest wind life may be flop..
Mashiur Rahman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-1475/
