Life Is A Funny Game

Life Is A Funny Game short poem

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Life is a funny game, yet it remains never the same,
Winning here is a chance of fame, and losing a mere shame,
We learn to fall, to win, and to rise,
Facing each day with a new surprise,
And still with so many twists and turns,
We race ourselves to get the returns,
With glowing faces and enduring smiles,
We promise ourselves to walk for miles,
Where the hearts are full of spirits so high,
We hold the attitude of “Never say Die”,
To walk on a successful path we never feel shy,
Where the blessings come our way from the almighty sky,
So we say that life is a funny game,
Still we take a lot of pain,
Just to earn a mere “NAME”.

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Zelam Tambe

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I am a SIMPLE person, i believe in one thing-whatever comes your way.welcome it with a smiling face & in the first place ITSELF SO at the later stage, there is no room for any regret or complaints...WHEN YOU BEILIEVE THAT WHAT U DO IS TRUE- DO IT..
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Runa Sen
Runa Sen

Sweet, fun, happy!


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