Next Time Poem by Ratnakar Rout

It is not far off
From the sunset
Shadows have already
Begun to appear.
The game will be over soon
As we are in this belated afternoon.

The kit is packed
Articles are arranged in order
One or two spread here and there
Needs to be cared.

When the game is over
You appear in this delayed hour
Endowed with renewed vigor and vitality.
To play an innings further.

You appear smart and jubilant
To enthuse the audience
The only mission
To snatch the game to your favor.

How can I help you?
My dear, at this belated hour
Since the game is over
Look! I am pale and tired.
And need a quick departure.

Dreams are dreams
Are not fulfilled always
Games are played often
Don’t get disheartened this time.

Let us wait
And participate in a better game tomorrow
Under the soothing sun
And gentle shower
Next time
To fructify the cherished desire
Oh! My dear
This time the game is over.