Life is a game of bat and catch
Played by husband and his wife
On either side by stumps in pitch
While relatives and friends strife.
Roar the society around them
And spoil the game by rumours
On the calumnious scams shrewd
To suck out sadistic pleasure wild.
Society spoils the game by rumours. The game of cricket is not a win win game any more. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem with great meaning in it. Life is a game..Loved the way you presented it.