Life is a Game
Life is a game to win or to lose
Its upto the player how he plays
Intelligent are those who to chose
Wonderful nights, beautiful days
Destiny makes us to start and end
Youth remains prime to take its taste
Some achieve heights some to bend
And some are from birth disgrace
Whether haunted fate or sweet fortune
We ha to take all burden destined
Our song satiates our actions with tune
In our lives we remain threatened
But blessed are those go with God
They neverever are in any of the trouble
Blessed is that who remains His ward
Who fails to follow dies but as a bubble
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright March 2921 Love Remains
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