Everyone and everything have an end, so No one has a choice when his or her end comes, Every game has an end pretty or ugly, so Some players win while some other players lose, Life is not a game, but some they like to play its Game or to gamble their life for a thing, As long as life has an aim, then no way except To a good player in life for its good or its bad, A pretty life needs a pretty player, but if Someone does not manage things well, then the Whole things will be inevitably up-side-down.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem