My Family Poem by Mridin Govind
My Family
Everybody's days are numbered,
Some die normally, some murdered
In our life we have somebody,
With whom we can share our glee
When you leave something behind,
We are not passive in the mind
Life is a game,
Teaching us how to enter fame
Not a man or soul in sight,
When you lose your might
Only two would be standing,
For their own duckling
Life is a game, Teaching us how to enter fame Not a man or soul in sight, .....life is really a game when we see and read all the happenings of day to day life. thank u dear poet. tony
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What a poem Great poet are you