Standing beside the window of my room <br />I was watching the scene on the roadside <br />It’s the time where I get the grass to eat <br />It’s my observation that clings on the beat. <br /> <br />This time I was watching a play on the road <br />It’s just a game of ball between the two <br />It’s not play that attracted; it’s manners of kids <br />Both from different privilege groups. <br /> <br />One was throwing the ball in all directions <br />The other running all around to collect it <br />The affluent not willing to shed his sweat <br />The other was behind the action-full treat. <br /> <br />The stronger the other was in his collection <br />Severe were the attempts thrown to him <br />It seemed the other ever willing to pick <br />But affluent was loosing strength to stick <br /> <br />The game took a different turn in a swift <br />The one who threw stopped his throws <br />Couldn’t stand more in the scorching heat <br />Found a place to throw himself to rest. <br /> <br />The picker without action still wanted more <br />Tender muscles had enough food for the day <br />Unwilling to rest, eager to continue the game <br />Still standing in wait for next throw to come. <br /> <br />The affluent though started the throw as a game <br />Carried it with an intention to make own mark <br />Without knowing the fact that marks are made <br />By those who put steps firmly down on the road. <br /> <br /> <br />At the end of the game, it could be seen that <br />The affluent was carried home with a lift in arm <br />Where the other ran home with full spirit <br />And energy, which is charged to his merit. <br /> <br />-vidi- <br />01-02-2008<br /><br />Vidi Writes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-game-between-two/
