My Life, My Game

I play my life like my kind of sport I face opponents in badminton court Racquet and shuttlecock on hand Just flick the birdie to the other end In high clear the quilled rubber flew A sure defensive stance I often threw Preventing a smash, parrying a score Thus, the shuttle lands on the floor The green court is wide and long Knees must be fast and strong Calculated serves oddly placed Unreturned, I can score an ace I seldom position myself at the back Mostly in front to deflect all attacks Drop shots to elude sharp drives A kill will deflate opponents’ pride In the middle, when the rally starts That instant where I need to be smart Flicked, pushed and dropped a net shot The umpire called fault, although I was not I may lose today, I might be in pain But I’ll be back tomorrow to play again I live my life like a badminton game I play for fun and not for fame