Two players are playing,
And I am suffering.
The name of the play-
Life.
No match fixing
And nothing.
Everything is going
On its own way.
I am enjoying,
I am suffering.
No scope to take advantage,
But illusion in.
No player, no play,
Life stops revolving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only two players are playing- birth and death.