Playing My Shot!

Riding on my bicycle going to play;

Standing on the playground in the middle of the clay.

For toss to happen,teams to decide,

favouring- batting was always on my side.

Coming at second down,

the sun was already settling to dawn .

The fielders of the opponent round my girth,

piercing the ball passing them was always a mirth.

Playing with the effort of going out of the park,

the bowler awed me always with a bark.

Now, I am a  grown-lad.

There is no more Cricket and no more Glad.

The life in a jiff  has rattled in around,

playground is no less than a battle-ground.

Now, the cataclysm has captured round my girth,

,there are many in numbers to seize my mirth,

Searching for the opportunity to pierce in for my appetite,

tired and destructed me had my hands just on plight.

With every gasp and breathe now, I say-

“ I am just unable to play my shot

I am just unable to play my shot!!”