A Well Tried Poem

Ok here goes another attempt to fill some space. This is a poem i wrote looong ago, sometime when I was in school. Found it on my comp today while searching for some stuff. It might not be much of a poem, but its worth laughing at :)

A PITCH CALLED LIFE
All the world’s a stage, said Shakespeare
The whole of life’s a pitch, I say here
The human a batsman, defending his life
With the help of his mind, better than Kaif.

The stump’s his soul, ready to fall
Due to dangers in the form of a ball
Death is lurking in the hands of a fielder
Waiting to kill him, like Osama or Hitler.

The ball’s to be deflected away from the sentry
To turn it into a successful boundary
From all sides will there be terrible pressure
And facing it straight will give one pleasure.

A friend indeed is waiting by near
To help him in times of tear and fear
By taking his place, so he can rest
And refreshed, make his side win the test.

With the help of virtue, and some patience
And a flavour of service and tolerance
Can a century be easily scored
To raise the figures on the score board

Such a man will live forever
Like Gandhi and Lincoln, whom we forget never
In the hearts of people, far and wide
Such people’s glory never can we hide.