Life: Simple Ball Game or Complicated Game of Ball
Life is like a simple ball game or
a very complicated game of ball-
sometimes it loses the track like bowilng and
sometimes its direction flying far far away
like the short and small ball in golf,
or sometimes it finds its way someway anyway
wherever it is put down like the white billiard and
the colourful series of snooker ball;
sometimes it is played rough and rugged
like the merciless kick in football,
like the push and throw in basketball and
like the bloody bloody hell in rugby,
or sometimes it takes the hit after hit
so so hard relentlessly like nothing
like the wooden sewed ball in cricket,
in squash and tennis by the racket and
with the fishing hook-like stick in hockey;
sometimes it gets the mild touch and soft care
neither to fall so hard nor to be down and
nor to be grounded on the pitch so bad
in the game of a peculiar footvolley and
in a very very usual game of volleyball,
or sometimes it misses all the opportunities
like the silly misses to the target or object
in water polo and in a game of dodgeball;
in the end life is like a simple ball game or
a very very complicated game of ball-
it rolls and rolls, flies and flies, jumps up and down,
sometimes it takes you up, top top-up, or
it gives you fall, a very nasty and heavy fall!
