Already fade up playing
The games of life
Everyday seems the same
Losing and winning
Winning and losing
Caught in a vicious circle
Of joy, sorrow, pain and happiness
Is there anything new
Is there a world outside
Of this world
To feel a new life
This life is already lived
By me by all who have come here
Will this show go on
For those who will come after us
Will they feel cheated
Or they will play different games
Will this show go on For those who will come after us Will they feel cheated Or they will play different games....not always this happens I think. Sometimes good might too come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem which is thought provoking and closer to life (and also to death and the philosophy of future generations) . Thanks.