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THE GAME

It is hard for us to lead a happy life;

All the agony and pain comes in front of the eyesight,

The past comes to life once again

And tears show up and the heart feels the poke of the nail;

It is all here when you are alone and in a deep, pensive mood.

You feel the pain and try to get rid of it

Yet it follows as Sunday after Saturday

And January after December.

But being shrunk in pain is not the way to lead a life.

A man who in pain fights and fights for happiness

Will learn “The Game”

The Game will give him fame

His fame will be his legacy

So, it’s all about the game

And the way you play it.

LEGACY OF DEATH.

Birth is uncertain

Death is certain

The certainty of death has made it a legend

It is a legend in itself,

Death is intangible;

It is the same for all

And all have to suffer death

It will arrive without alarm

For a normal man and extraordinary man,

Also for a black man and a white man;

For a bad man and a good man’

And an ordinary man and a special man

No man can say “Bye” to death.

If not today, it is tomorrow.

The difference between today and tomorrow is what counts

To live even after death is the difference

But the legacy never ends

Just live to see who’s next

And nobody knows who’s next!