When you thought that you lost the race,
And you’re the reason for the case,
It may cause you so much shame
That it becomes your end of fame.
Then you’re in, when joy is outside,
And you can’t leave the place you hide.
If you can’t show others your face,
Then read the way you have to face.
When you thought your life is hopeless,
And people start saying you’re useless,
You think the game ends here;
But I’ve good news for you to hear.
The games you lost are lost forever,
But the game of life is far from over.
There are more games to play,
So play them the way I say.
When you drop lots of catches,
It doesn’t mean there are no more matches.
Life is like a cricket match,
So look ahead, there’s more to catch.
You may’ve lived the life of a loser,
But you should know, He is always closer.
Every day, He gives a game to play,
Just play them right and forget yesterday.
by Vijay Praveen
(This poem was first published on Boloji.com two decades ago by the author, Vijay Praveen, when he was a budding writer. He has now revisited and elevated the content for publication on vijaypraveen.com)
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