Life is not a game
Of cricket.
Just one innings, not two
To name.
One chance
To enhance
Our stand,
To picket
Our wicket
Of life.
To protect
And guard
For the reward
Of the continuum
Not to be out
In life at the first doubt
Or caught
In the slips
Or the boundary.
Just take our dowry
Of the strife of life...
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