Die now or live,
Was the chance life gave to us
It's just a moment that separates the two options
One isn't better than other
Being poor or rich
Was the chance life gave to you
It is placed before you in plain form
But we never agree to choose
The one suitable for us
To be happy or otherwise
Was the chance life gave to me
Nobody can choose for me without my consent
Life gives options and not portions, but we're too blind to see it
As we are growing older, the options are less visible
Because we have neglected them while they are useful
Options then become portions which is difficult to accept
Options glitter not like gold
But portions glitter better than gold
Life has given us a lifeline
Is either you take from the options or accept the portions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem