Same Thing Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

Sometimes you win it,
Sometimes I win,
There is no difference in it,
As we are brothers of each other,
Same blood flows in our veins and in the same way,
So we should be equally proud of it,
But things happen differently,
We fiercely quarrel with each other for this,
"But why? "
I eagerly ask this question to the wise man
Who laughs and laughs and then calmly says,
"No one can give satisfactory answer of this mysterious question."