Life: The Unending Game

“Life: The Unending Game”

‘Its 2-1’ someone cried

A man tensed and the other sighed

For a tick-tock,tick tock

With a smart service again

There started a new

Badminton game.

But what was more interesting

Than someone losing or winning

It was to watch the flight,

Of a small, feathery, cock white

It tumbled back from one court to other

With a hard shot,losing some of its feather.

And as the game progressed along

I started rythming with tick tock song

And my eyes moved in company

From here to there,and there to here

With this, I felt a little dreamy.

To my surprise

The dream was looking so real

Or if it was something philosophical

Just like the cock, moves our life

So free in between and so high

But then we get a hard touch

Of all the problems that trouble much

Still, its not over yet

We bounce back from our problems

Like a flying jet.

And this back and forth

Continues forever and ever

From hard luck to a good time

Its we, who still shine.

The philosophy ended,

The dream was interrupted

By a big round of applause

And I stood up, after a pause.

I shouted with a great joy

As my friend was the winner boy.

With the match, the excitement was over

And over was my dream world

Still I was staring at the cock there

Lying unnoticed in the court here.

And it seemed, as if it was too staring

At me and at the other people around

And speaking to all with an unnoticed sound-

“ No matter what you face along,

If its dusk, there will be dawn

Whatever may come to you, O’ cmm’on,

Life still goes on and on…..”