Thursday, August 11, 2016

Seventeen Though Seventy One Comments

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The crazy old man, playing cricket on the streets,
With his blocked shoulders and his painful knees,
His spouse warning from the roof of of his house,
Great spectators, singing clouds and dancing trees,
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Valsa George 14 August 2016

The soul is willing, but the body is weak..... We the aged has to accept it! But surely like your sportsmanship....! Enjoyed this interesting write!

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Rajnish Manga 12 August 2016

With the kind of verve and fervor you have displayed on the field, I am sure, Insha Allah, you will score a century in spite of what the doctor says. Thanks for show-casing your cricketing skills which is very well an analogy with life. Thank you, Akhtar Jawad Sahab. A 'glance' on your batting: On clouds' wide screens....The sick old sun was keenly watching the matches, Sweetheart, see my dashing innings of seventy one, Doctor advised....Play with the brain without involving your body,

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Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi 12 August 2016

The sick old sun was keenly watching the matches, Playing with the brain without involving body is not so good for the able bodied seventy one with little bit of pain here and there..Nice concept and the poem..Thank you for sharing

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Kelly Kurt 11 August 2016

I hope you have recovered. I used to be a nationally ranked athlete and even a competitive bodybuilder into my forties. But now at nearly 60, I am out of breath biking across town and sore after a day of yard work. I don't think that will ever stop us tho.: -)

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