The
village badminton
The
white chalked lines
On
clay court near oil palm trees
A
rope stretched on two poles
Barefooted
and rackets
The
shuttlecock flew
The
stretching and smashing time
The
young and old players
The
stamina difference told
The
experienced players would show
How
the techniques of playing
The
young players ran and puffed along
Covering
the badminton court
It
wasn't about winning medals
It
was playing to get into shape
Social
networking to improve ties
On
the claycourt nobody cared for it
The
village badminton
The
players all forgotten
Names
couldn't recall
Maybe
just a whisper in the mind
Once
playing on the clay court
Those
were the years gone by
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