Treasure Island

Samra Haq


THE GAME OF FAME


'GOLF-THE GAME OF FAME'


I was watching this golf tournament through the visitor's window
The opening pairs were standing under a big tree's shadow
I had been waiting here to see
Who shall the winner ultimately be?
My two sons were participating, and were outside
There were competing against each other, side by side
First session ended, and the players are now in the second half
I was watching them through the window, including the club staff
Everyone was trying their very best and hard
Well it's not an easy game, just like playing cards
I saw some players taking a short nap
This was some relief time for them and for I, after a gap
The third session of the game goes worst
Till the end of the game, we didn't knows who will be first
The game has begun to ooze
I was still watching them through the window, "Who is go'na loose? "
My two sons were slowly picking on the game
My thoughts were, "Who will earn the coveted fame? "
Opponent players were also moving off at last
I saw my younger one ‘playing pretty fast'
My elder one was rushing down the lane
Why his game slowing down the lane
The competition has become intense and difficult to bear
So, the victory time is getting close and near
Now the game has become fast enough
Oh! My younger son has now found a fluff
Players have now quickened and have hurried by
They seem to be working fast, as if to fly
At last, someone has to be won
Nobody else, it's my younger son
I was watching this golf tournament through the visitor's window
The opening pairs were standing under a big tree's shadow



BY SAMRA HAQ

Submitted: Thursday, April 05, 2012
Edited: Sunday, September 23, 2012

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This poem is based upon Golf Game.I wrote this poem for my two sons.

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  • Marieta Maglas (6/4/2012 4:53:00 PM)

    It is very hard to win in life and, sometimes, the game is more important than the prize, important is to be talented and to respect the rules.Congrats for your younger son! Thank you for sharing this great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (4/8/2012 11:29:00 AM)

    Hahahaha it really a big fame on him, i like the way you drift the road with thrill skill by wors....and with the reason you end the poem with classy thing is fun and smiley to me _Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

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