They all went away,
So he ran the ISO play,
To the hoop in a single scoop!
The lone star scored,
But then he became bored
Since he had no one else to play with,
His enthusiasm became inner-bound,
Due to no one else hanging around
That might sound lonely,
But it was the play of the game
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem