A tiny useless drop searching,
Oysters,
To be the pearl,
The gem,
Gusty dust rising high; perching,
Monsters,
To make it swirl,
With them,
Life is a game or fame or merely a name,
Or to be within the thoughtless bar,
Whatever it might be; care not; dare,
Let us play a game-Tug of War
Indeed! I do agree with your comparison of life with tug of war, thanks for the share, bhaijan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a game or fame or merely a name, Or to be within the thoughtless bar, Whatever it might be; care not; dare, Let us play a game-Tug of War..............................yes life is a game..................nice