The Last Ball Lesson Poem by sehdev sharma

Cricket fever was on peak,
the ecstatic movements were on,
two great teams,
hammering their might,
the lift the cup.

My son was on one side of team,
as the last over approached,
his fingers got crossed.

Eyes were closed,
Thy was remembered,
A seldom view before my eyes.

On the last ball,
his team lost the match.
He cried,
He screamed,
He wanted to shatter the TV,
He wanted to put off lights,
He was unable to digest the defeat.

I rolled my hands,
into his sweatty hairs,
counselled him,
Win and Loss is,
not a part of sports,
but our life too.

Win and loss are the outcomes,
but actually matters is,
our efforts,
our genuineness,
our sincerity,
to give our best,
before the results come.

He smiled,
with big of drops of water,
in his childish eyes,
Perhaps understood me,
or not?
But switched off the light,
and slept.