In my teens I took to tennis,
Having once seen a match at Wimbledon.
I believed I could compensate
For my tender serve and feeble backhand,
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Before I could utter,
The ball is in your court, my friend,
He had volleyed it back, and I,
Wrong-footed, lost the point.
But I mentally consoled myself,
The game, set and match were surely mine.
Nice lines dear poet.
Thanks for the poem of you youth.
Dear Poet Chandra Chakra, I am deeply thankful to you for
reading my poems in PH and conveying your empathetic response.
When I have a reader like you, I feel gratified in my effort to keep
giving expression to my thoughts and feelings in words, however
imperfect they may be. With my warm regards and good wishes,
AM
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Before I could utter, The ball is in your court, my friend, He had volleyed it back, and I, Wrong-footed, lost the point. But I mentally consoled myself, The game, set and match were surely mine. Nice lines dear poet. Thanks for the poem of you youth.
Dear Poet Chandra Chakra, I am deeply thankful to you for reading my poems in PH and conveying your empathetic response. When I have a reader like you, I feel gratified in my effort to keep giving expression to my thoughts and feelings in words, however imperfect they may be. With my warm regards and good wishes, AM