Tuesday, July 09, 2013

the village badminton


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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