Aniruddha Pathak Poems
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This Game Of Golf
The game of golf nigh like this life,
Though played all life perfect can’t be,
The game of golf like player’s wife,
Now on pedestal, now on tee,
On roughs, on toughs, handicaps, bogies, strife,
Ah, played as if on edge of knife!
Easy to start, hard enough to finish,
And harder yet forever to master,
Pursued and practised like unfulfilled wish,
And always one stroke ‘way from disaster.
As in life in game, handicaps to cap,
Clap for birdies, try still eagles each lap.
What a rage be the game played every age,
With many a high and as many...
I Am Happy As I'M
Haply playing flute on a river bank,
He hardly saw the king’s men approaching,
E’en close when they came and sat in a flank,
To give the happy news: message from king.
As patience when in power a thin virtue,
As good news from royalty scarce can wait,
As best of everything comes with a date,
They were eager king’s diktat to issue: