Sports Mania Poem by Mrityunjay Jha

Who is he that drinks and dances?
The Reveler, the Fool!
Let’s go and catch him.
He must be for the Victor-team.
See! How he is enjoying-
Throwing the beer all around and
Gulping champagne himself.
Boozing in and boozing out-
The lunatics of success!
Let’s teach him a lesson or two.

Clutch him fast.
He – The selfish Giant, The Waste!
Not knowing!
That our team won five such Trophies-
For the last year after year.
What if we lost this time?

Let’s go and clasp his hands
Pull his ears.
The Maniac, The showy cat!

Bring him here
Let me strike ten straight goals
Into his chest. And
He would quickly feel
What is a Win and what’s Defeat?

Hey! You the Humbug
Get lost from here-
Or else you will be lost.
Sports is not a circus-
That you are doing right now.
Let sports end in the stadium.
If you bring it out again-
I swear! You won’t have any gain.

So don’t play the spoilsport-
Once the game is over.


Sport is a pure Delight
That pushes us to dizzy Height.
And we take such colorful Flight
That unfortunately ends in Fight.
A sport is just the Time Bright.
That helps us escape our Plight.
Why we always up to ruin this Sight?