The Ping
Pong Ball
It
goes up and it can fall,
It
is intriguing for one and all,
How
you take it is all your call,
Life
is but a Ping Pong Ball…
To
every Pong there is a Ping ,
For
every song, someone to sing,
For
every cloud a silver lining,
All
that matters is the way of looking…
The
game begins with a cradle and you,
You
make the rules and break them too,
You
learn from each hit and miss,
And
growing with the game is nothing but bliss…
When
it gets tough you get going,
If
the tide is rough you just keep rowing,
The
game is on and the ball is rolling,
When
you get the serve just go on scoring…
Try
hard not to miss the ball,
But
if you do, don’t feel small,
Back
in your court it will be in a while,
When
it does make the most of the last mile…
The
harder it is hit the higher it goes,
Bounces
back with power against the blows,
Free
yourself from the fear of falling,
As
you are almost there, where success comes calling…
It
goes slow and it goes fast,
All
you have to do is to last,
Last
till the game is on,
And
make a mark before you are gone…
Shiva...
