I love tennis. This poem is my way of describing my view of life in terms of a tennis match.


Life in a Nutshell

Go through my stroke,
Eyes on the ball
I will not choke
He can't forestall
The pressure that
Is stacked on him
I'll end this match,
About to win.

My focus breaks
For just one game.
I thought I'd won
Now this is lame
I'll catch up
Just not right now.
My game is off
I don't know how.

I'll get it back
I cannot lose
Still room to slack
'Til spark meets fuse
What's this now?
I fall behind.
I'll comeback.
I don't mind.

I let it slip,
One point to lose.
How does that work?
I'm so confused.

The pressure is
Now stacked on me.
I cannot miss
Anymore shots.
It's all reversed.
I should be up.
I got behind,
Now this is tough.

I brought this task
Upon myself,
But I can't take it.
I need some help

Here comes the serve
Deep on the line
I've got no nerve
I won't be fine
I hit that shot
It comes back hard
And now I dive
To red court yard.
Contact with
Racket and ball.
Will it fall in?
Now I must stall.






Poetry by Ammad Khokar
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Written on 2009-09-26 at 21:56

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Briliant come back! I love love tennis too.

Smiling at you

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Tai
2009-09-26